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VOICE ONE:
I'm Steve Ember.
VOICE TWO:
And I'm Faith Lapidus with PEOPLE IN AMERICA from VOA Special English.
Today, we tell about Edgar Allan Poe, a nineteenth century American
writer. His stories and poems were some of the most frightening and
strange ever written.
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VOICE ONE:
Americans celebrate Halloween on October thirty-first. It is mostly a
holiday for children, who like to be frightened. Yet many grown people
observe Halloween, too. Those who love the writings of Edgar Allan Poe
think Poe is most famous for his stories and poems of strangeness, mystery
and terror.
VOICE TWO:
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe died in the city
of Baltimore, Maryland in eighteen forty-nine. Now, in that city, an
unusual party takes place every Halloween. In the dark of night, visitors
go to the grounds of Westminster Presbyterian Church where Poe is buried.
Everything is quiet. Then a voice calls out. It is Poe! No, it is just an
actor, reading Poe's work.
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VOICE ONE:
Reading stories was one of the most important forms of enjoyment in
Edgar Allan Poe's time. Poe created many of these "short stories." They
appeared in different publications.
Horror stories already were popular when Poe began writing. Critics say
he wrote the perfect horror story. Poe also wrote detective stories. These
were mysteries about crimes, such as murder. An investigator called a
detective solves the mysteries. The detective is able to find important,
hidden meanings in facts. The horror and detective stories Poe created
remain popular in books and movies.
VOICE TWO:
Edgar Allan Poe's work is not easy to read. His language is difficult
to understand today. And most of his writing describes very unpleasant
situations and events. His story "The Pit and the Pendulum," for example,
is about the mental torture of a prisoner. Each time the prisoner saves
himself from death, a new and more horrible form of death threatens him.
Another story is "The Masque of the Red Death." In it, a terrible
disease -- the Red Death -- has killed half the population of a country.
The ruler of the country shuts his castle against the disease. He and his
wealthy friends are inside. They pass the time by having parties. They
believe the Red Death will not find them. But it does.
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VOICE ONE:
Edgar Poe was born in eighteen-oh-nine in Boston, Massachusetts. His
parents were actors. At that time, actors were not accepted by the best
society. Edgar was a baby when his father left the family. He was two
years old when his mother died. He was taken into the home of a wealthy
businessman, John Allan. He then received his new name -- Edgar Allan Poe.
John Allan never officially made Edgar his son. In fact, he came to
dislike him strongly.
Poe Medallion
Edgar attended schools in England and in Richmond,
Virginia. As a young man, he attended the University of Virginia in
Charlottesville. He was a good student. He was a member of the Jefferson
Literary Society. But he liked to drink alcohol and play card games for
money. Edgar was not a good player. He lost money he did not have.
John Allan refused to pay Edgar's gambling losses. He also refused to
let Edgar continue at the university. So, Edgar went to Boston and began
working as a writer and editor for monthly magazines. He also served in
the army for two years.
VOICE TWO:
Edgar Allan Poe worked hard. He became a successful editor. He
published three books of poetry. He also began writing stories. Five of
his stories were printed in a publication in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in
eighteen thirty-two. Yet he was not well paid. His life was difficult. He
was poor, and he was troubled by sicknesses of the body and mind. Poe
suffered from depression. He feared he was insane. He drank alcohol to
escape his fears. The alcohol had a very bad effect on him.
VOICE ONE:
In eighteen thirty-five, Poe began editing the Southern Literary
Messenger in Richmond, Virginia. The following year, at the age of
twenty-seven, he married Virginia Clemm. She was the daughter of his
father's sister. She was only thirteen years old.
Poe and his wife moved often as he found work at magazines and
newspapers in Philadelphia and New York.
For a time, it seemed that Poe would find some happiness. But his wife
was sick for most of their marriage. She died in eighteen forty-seven.
After his wife's death, Poe's problems with alcohol increased. He died two
years later, at the age of forty. He was found dead in Baltimore after
days of heavy drinking.
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VOICE TWO:
Through all his crises, Edgar Allan Poe produced many stories, poems,
and works of criticism. Some of his stories won prizes. Yet he did not
become famous until eighteen forty-five. That was when his poem "The
Raven" was published.
There is no question that Poe suffered from emotional problems. One
critic said Poe's spirit was torn. He said Poe's stories were often about
his own divided nature. Each person in his stories showed a different side
of the writer. There is a question, however, about Poe's importance. Some
critics said he was one of America's best writers. Others disagreed.
VOICE ONE:
One critic said Poe discovered a new artistic universe -- a universe of
dreams. It was a place where the line between reality and unreality is
extremely thin.
Even those who praised Poe agreed that there are many difficulties in
his work. These difficulties place Poe's writing outside the main body of
American literature. Most American writing is realistic. Poe's interests
and way of writing were not realistic at all.
Poe's work has been praised most in France. He had a great influence on
many French writers.
Poster representing a play based on Poe's "The Raven."
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TWO:
Poe's best-known poem is "The Raven." Some people love it. They say it
is like music. Others hate it. They say it sounds forced and unnatural --
like bad music.
"The Raven" is about a man whose great love, Lenore, has died. She is
gone forever. But the man cannot accept that all happiness is gone. He
sits alone among his books late at night. He hears a noise at the window.
Here is the beginning of the poem:
READER:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping -- rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this and nothing more."
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The man looks out the window and sees only blackness.
READER:
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
VOICE TWO:
But there is something at the window. It is a large black bird -- a
raven. It comes into the room like the spirit of death and hopelessness.
It sits on a small statue above the door. The raven can speak just one
word: "nevermore" -- meaning "never again".
READER:
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
VOICE TWO:
The man becomes frightened. He does not know if the raven is just a
bird or an evil spirit. We know the raven will never leave the man's room.
READER:
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting -- still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a Demon that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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VOICE ONE:
This program was written by Shelley Gollust. It was produced by Lawan
Davis. Our poetry reader was Richard Rael. I'm Steve Ember.
VOICE TWO:
And I'm Faith Lapidus. Join us again next week for People in America
from VOA Special English.
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