We just passed Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday. He was born January 19, 1809, and I’ve been reading his poetry and also some of his essays. One of them in particular, “The Poetic Principle,” where he attempts to explain poetry and beauty and art, is well worth studying.
Here’s a poem inspired by his thoughts, and by the drum beat of alliteration that I love in his poetry.
Where are you pointing, Mr. Poe? My haunted muse has reappeared and I search your shrouding shadows Peer through your misty dripping darkness
As I read your troubled treasures Faint ideas push through fog, hesitate And like kitten paws on keyboards create A gentle but jangling harmony
Hear with the heart—is that your hint? I’m frightened at the thought, since The sounds all settle into seeping sadness All the words have sorrow’s ring
I’m puzzled, but I’ll persevere You lure me with your lingering lines, and Believing reflection brings surprising light Patiently I ponder your perceptions, Mr. Poe.