Looking for something to spread misery this month. The Poe Museum in Richmond is celebrating their centennial this year and we couldn’t be happier – or miserable. We’ll be celebrating on April 28th at our Unhappy Hour at the museum with music, libations, trivia, a 1920’s costume contents, food trucks, and more. Photo credit: The Poe Museum You will also witness history when the museum unveils its new collection, donated by Susan Jaffe Tane. You will be among the first to view rare items such as Edgar Allan Poe’s pocket watch, his fiance’s engagement ring, a piece of Poe’s coffin, and much more… This event is hosted at the Poe Museum on April 28th, 2022. It’s a miserable time from six to nine! We hope to see you there…
Valentine’s Day is in the air along with love and mystery in Baltimore. The Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum and Poe Baltimore are hosting events in the city to celebrate the author and the holiday itself. You can take the Edgar Allan Poe Death in Baltimore Bus Tour with a 90-minute ride around the town. “Explore the enduring mystery of Poe’s tragic death on a special Bus Tour of Edgar Allan Poe’s Life and Death in Baltimore. The 90-minute tour ticket includes stops at four important Poe Places around Baltimore, including Poe’s graves (he has two!) plus the sites where Poe was found and passed away. Bus ticket also includes tour of the Edgar Allan Poe House & Museum.”Source: Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum/Poe Baltimore Information on the tour here. You could stop by Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe’s grave and leave a rose to commemorate her bicentennial. On…
Today is Poe’s 213th birthday and we thought we’d post a poem “that sums up his life” as Jeff Jerome Curator Emeritus of the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum stated. Hope you’ll enjoy it on his birthday. “Alone” BY EDGAR ALLAN POE From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a most stormy life—was drawnFrom ev’ry depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still—From the torrent, or the fountain—From the red cliff of the mountain—From the sun that ’round me roll’dIn its autumn tint of gold—From the lightning in the skyAs it pass’d me flying by—From the thunder, and the storm—And the cloud that took the form(When the…
Happy 213th Birthday Edgar Allan Poe! We wouldn’t live up to our blog name if we didn’t celebrate the master of the macabre. In a normal – non-pandemic – year, I’d fly up to the Poe Museum in Richmond and attend the all-day birthday bash they hold for this special occasion. 12 hours on a Saturday of tours, lectures, bands, and performers, and even a giant birthday cake. It is a lot of fun and meaningful for a dedicated Poe fan or one who wants to learn more about him. Due to the ongoing health crisis in the world, the museums had to adapt and move to virtual activities. The kick-off to the celebrations is a live toast on the Poe Museum’s Facebook page on Wednesday, January 19th, from 8 – 9:00 PM. Don’t miss it! Below is the schedule of virtual tours for you to check out. 1,000 Ways…
I thought it would be a good idea to start the year off with a poem with hopes of all things new. I found this one by Lord Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate. He wrote it in 1850 as an elegy or memorium for his sister’s fiance who died at the age of 22. So, full of meaning for him and for us today. It’s about ringing in a new year and the wish that negative things could be rung out or replaced with positive ones. The wish that man could set aside feuding ideologies and hope for a better world. A wish we all can share for any year. This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, Poe in Wonderland will earn a small commission for the referral at no cost to you. All opinions are my own and I only recommend products and…
Fall or autumn is my favorite time of year. Last year I even posted about Fall or Autumn: What’s the Difference? I also found a good poem on the season by Emily Bronte: Fall, Leaves, Fall. I love the crisp air, the smell of leaves, pumpkins, fire pits, sweaters, and the other wonderful things that make up this time of year. I found another poem that I like and wanted to share. This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, Poe in Wonderland will earn a small commission for the referral at no cost to you. All opinions are my own and I only recommend products and services I think will add value to my readers. Read more about affiliates and disclaimers here. Theme in Yellow BY CARL SANDBURG I spot the hillsWith yellow balls in autumn.I light the prairie cornfieldsOrange and tawny gold clustersAnd…
This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, Poe in Wonderland will earn a small commission for the referral at no cost to you. All opinions are my own and I only recommend products and services I think will add value to my readers. Read more about affiliates and disclaimers here. Elul 28 ~ Humbert Wolfe In the depth of winter, I finally learned thatwithin me there lay an invincible summer.I know I am but summer to your heart,and not the full four seasons of the year.Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! This poem may be a collection of authors. The last line is credited…
Marvelous Monday is here! The concept is simple and stress-free. I’m inviting my tea party friends – readers and friends – to post good things in their life on Mondays. Grab a macaroon and a cup of tea and join us. Or a cupcake. Whatever suits your fancy. Let’s dish! This week a strong cup of coffee will do as you might want to binge a Hulu series called Only Murders in the Building. Co-created by Steve Martin, it’s a murder mystery set in one of the key characters – a fancy apartment building in New York City known as the Arconia. This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, Poe in Wonderland will earn a small commission for the referral at no cost to you. All opinions are my own and I only recommend products and services I think will add value to…
A Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past? That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beamA lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro’ storm and night,So trembled from afar—What could there be more purely brightIn Truth’s day-star? Source: PoetryFoundation.org