Edgar Allan Poe

Self portrait

Romance,

 who loves to nod and sing,

With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my alphabet to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.



Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Though gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings--
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away--forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

- Edgar Allan Poe

He is for me a fantastic author/poet. I read some of his stories and poetry.However, the're very unique and one-of-a-kind, which is why i like his writings very much. 

He wrote down his whole feelings in poems.He could never see the good of things and allowed the bad things to bring him bad.

He was a genius who was very much misunderstood during his own time. 

Edgar Allan Poe