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Mon
Jan 19 2009 5:23pm

Edgar Allan Poe Hears Sweet Music Like the Dulcet Tones of Angels or Whatever

Adam Rex, Edgar Allen Poe

“Hark!” said Poe, “I hear a dinging, as if wedding bells were ringing,
And the heartsick thoughts they’re bringing sting of love I lost before.
And there! Again there comes a bell, as if the Heavens long to tell
about the pale and radiant belle that bards and beggars called Lenore;
and again it rings and sings of dead, drowned, lovely, lost Lenore.”
Quoth the raven,

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[Text and illustrations from Frankenstein Takes the Cake, copyright © 2008 by Adam Rex, posted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.]

Sun
Jan 18 2009 6:15pm

Edgar Allan Poe Should be Writing or Sleeping, Not Doing a Crossword Puzzle

Adam Rex, Edgar Allen Poe

Oh, Poe knows he should be working on the poet work he’s shirking,
Whilst the raven still is lurking on the bust above his door.
It’s just 7 Down that keeps our peep from getting any sleep: 
“Crusading wife of former Veep? I’m sure I’ve had this one before!”
“But what the devil is a Veep?” he weeps, as lo, the clock strikes four.
Quoth the raven,

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[Text and illustrations from Frankenstein Takes the Cake, copyright © 2008 by Adam Rex, posted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.]

Sat
Jan 17 2009 6:15pm

An Edgar Allan Poem

Adam Rex, Edgar Allen Poe

At midnight Poe’s reciting parts of poetry he’s writing,
Whilst a raven is alighting on the bust above his door.
But the poem Poe composes poses problems, ’cause he knows his
Line on roses being roses has been written once before.
He supposes he could change it—he had lots of rhymes before.
Tons of choices.  Rhymes galore.

In his bleary brain he goes through all the words that rhyme with rose,
and throws out clothes, expose, Joe’s, nose, and toes, and maybe twenty more.
Alas, in spite of all of those he sees not one of them that flows
as well as “rose is rose is rose,” the line he used to have before.
“Maybe I should switch to prose,” he sighs, and lies down on the floor.
Quoth the raven,

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[Text and illustrations from Frankenstein Takes the Cake, copyright © 2008 by Adam Rex, posted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.]