Yes. Nearly a decade now...and yes, I do think she is.

True, sir.

Idealist, a romantic. The realists had their roots in my era but were not a solidified genre until long after my death, these early ones found me far too romantic for their tastes, yet the romantics of the time thought I was too dark to be idealist.

I forgot my dead line for "M.S. Found in a Bottle" and instead of remembering to feed the cat, I ended up running to the post office.

When I was three I was told my mother was asleep, they allowed me one last look before I left.
It puzzled me until I was five why they took me from her and it was not until then I realized on my own: she was not asleep.
My apologies if this isn't humorous, but little confused me as a child.

I have learned to not let it bother me; my own obituary was full of lies describing an ill mannered, foul tempered black soul with little respect or care for anyone. I would have them know that I am a gentleman, I may not have the social status or respect of others but at least I know that I am a good man.

There is no picture I'm afraid, but I've met Charles Dickens, Herny Longfellow (Wretchedfellow is more like it), Nathaniel Hawthorne and other writers of the era. You see, in my day the world of the arts was like a social class on its own, with a sub-structure within it; but still all of us knew eachother through one gathering or another.

That it strips the beauty and mystey away from the world, and rids it of all its poetic and mythic properties.

That there is a mathematical....formula, if you will, to writing poetry. I don't find it crazy, but most scholars would disagree.

It isn't. The entire educational system has fallen to ruin--but that being said...to have my name recalled at all is a high honor I only dreamed of.

Death, adoption, death, school, marriage, writing

"Wonderful, he's back in town again..." dripping with sarcasm.

Innocent, charming, warm-hearted, beautiful, violet eyes and alabaster face; angelic, other worldly.

Anything that I understand and no one else does.

1. I was born in Boston, but live in England as a child, also in New York City, Baltimore, Richmond and Philadelphia.
2. I attended Jefferson University and West Point Millitary Academy (the latter to my distaste)
3. I have a happy, if not slightly unconventional marriage to my dear wife, Virginia
4. I was in my life time very popular in France but not in America
5. I got the idea for a talking raven from a young Charles Dickenson's Barnaby Rouge.

Take a walk in the woods.

There are several things Mr. Griswold has called me, as well as things Longfellow has said, none of which can be reapted here.

Virginia Eliza Poe--My wife, because she is her.
Maria Clemm--my mother in law who has done nothing but help us
Frances Allan--my foster mother, though deceased, who was the only mother I remember.

Only on paper; only what one does to their own characters.