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Born in Boston in 1809, died in Baltimore in 1849, | 0:00:02 | 0:00:07 | |
American writer Edgar Allan Poe | 0:00:07 | 0:00:08 | |
is one of the world's greatest crime and horror authors. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:12 | |
His influence on literature extends far beyond the grave, | 0:00:12 | 0:00:16 | |
and he's credited with inventing the detective and science fiction genres. | 0:00:16 | 0:00:19 | |
Poe's gruesome and tormented stories reflect an equally tormented life. | 0:00:19 | 0:00:25 | |
One of the first Victorians to try and earn a living as a writer, | 0:00:25 | 0:00:29 | |
his daring career choice ruined his relationships. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:32 | |
He died destitute, despite literary acclaim. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:36 | |
His most significant works include The Pit And The Pendulum, The Fall Of The House Of Usher, | 0:00:36 | 0:00:40 | |
Murders In The Rue Morgue, The Tell-Tale Heart, and The Raven. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:45 | |
Poe created some of the most distinctive female characters | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
in the history of fiction, and is famously quoted as saying that the most melancholy | 0:00:48 | 0:00:53 | |
and poetical topic in the world is the death of a beautiful woman. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:57 | |
Poe's women, either they're already dead or they're going to die, | 0:01:00 | 0:01:05 | |
or they know they're going to die and then they do. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
The woman has to die for there to be story. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:11 | |
I tried at one point to figure out the kinds of women that he was looking for in his life | 0:01:11 | 0:01:15 | |
and it seemed as though about half of them were motherly types. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:19 | |
And then the other half seem to be the sisterly types. | 0:01:19 | 0:01:22 | |
I think Poe rather fears women, because they die so easily. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:26 | |
He is drawn and also repelled by the this idea that he's going to be abandoned yet again. | 0:01:26 | 0:01:32 | |
As a crime writer, I'm greatly influenced by Poe | 0:01:32 | 0:01:36 | |
and fascinated by how his private life fed into his work. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:40 | |
Both were pitted by the loss of all the women he loved. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:44 | |
Throughout his life, Poe was embroiled with | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
at least a dozen women, but I'm particularly interested in | 0:01:46 | 0:01:50 | |
his tormented relationships with four key women. Virginia, his young wife. | 0:01:50 | 0:01:54 | |
Eliza, his dead mother. | 0:01:54 | 0:01:56 | |
Sarah Helen, a spiritualist poet he nearly married. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:59 | |
And Frances, the darling of New York's 1840s literary scene. | 0:01:59 | 0:02:04 | |
As if cursed, Poe was rejected, or bereaved, by all of them. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:09 | |
SHE COUGHS | 0:02:09 | 0:02:10 | |
For me, reading Poe's work, it's so obvious | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
he's trying to reanimate these women, | 0:02:12 | 0:02:15 | |
constantly exploring the hinterland between life and death, | 0:02:15 | 0:02:19 | |
striving to keep these women alive. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
In the excitement of my opium dreams, I would call aloud upon her name during the silence | 0:02:21 | 0:02:26 | |
of the night, or among the sheltered recesses of the glens by day, as if, | 0:02:26 | 0:02:30 | |
through the wild eagerness, the solemn passion, the consuming ardour of my longing for the departed, | 0:02:30 | 0:02:36 | |
I could restore her to the pathways she had abandoned. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
Ah, could it be forever? | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
Upon the earth. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:43 | |
When Edgar Allan Poe was writing in the early 19th century, | 0:02:57 | 0:03:01 | |
America was gripped by puritan ethics, slavery, rampant disease and poverty. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:06 | |
These turbulent times would erupt into civil war, accompanied by another revolution - in literature. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:13 | |
Poe was a pioneer in America's Romantic Movement, which rejected religious fanaticism. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:20 | |
He reinterpreted the horror and romance of Gothic literature | 0:03:20 | 0:03:24 | |
with his psychological exploration of death and madness. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:29 | |
He satisfied a public which craved his gory and macabre stories. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:34 | |
Poe got inside his reader's heads like no-one else, and produced work | 0:03:34 | 0:03:38 | |
which ensured his posthumous fame in media he couldn't have envisaged. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:42 | |
Yes, I've actually built several of those torture and horror devices | 0:03:42 | 0:03:47 | |
that Poe described in his tales. The Pit And The Pendulum. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:52 | |
That's a thriller, isn't it? | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
Well, I certainly look forward to seeing them. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:58 | |
Imagine building those things. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:01 | |
A very curious hobby. | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
It's more...than a hobby. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
I first read Poe when I was about 12, and I loved the goriness and the darkness of him, | 0:04:10 | 0:04:14 | |
but I write in a form that he invented, and reading him now as a writer technically, | 0:04:14 | 0:04:18 | |
if you want to know how to send shivers up the spine of a reader | 0:04:18 | 0:04:22 | |
or make them afraid to fall asleep, then Poe's your man. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:25 | |
Poe's horror stories terrified his readers, and his detective fiction | 0:04:25 | 0:04:29 | |
was so gripping that people assumed he must have criminal tendencies. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:33 | |
A visionary thinker, Poe pushed the boundaries of fiction | 0:04:33 | 0:04:37 | |
in a way that has influenced writers ever since. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
Agatha Christie, influenced by Poe. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
Charles Dickens, influenced by Poe. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:47 | |
Walt Whitman, influenced by Poe. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:49 | |
Herman Melville, totally influenced by Poe. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:53 | |
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, everything he wrote was Poe. | 0:04:53 | 0:04:58 | |
Jules Verne, total rip-off of Poe. | 0:04:58 | 0:05:02 | |
Like most giants of Victorian-era literature, Poe was a man. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:07 | |
But he was surrounded by a coterie of women who exerted powerful influences on his storytelling. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:14 | |
By delving into letters, journals, poetry and prose written by Poe and his women, I want to uncover how they | 0:05:14 | 0:05:21 | |
became female archetypes that repeatedly occur in his writing. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:26 | |
The mother figure, the unobtainable icon, and the virginal maiden. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:30 | |
And, because all great mysteries begin with finding a corpse, | 0:05:32 | 0:05:35 | |
I shall begin Poe's story in the final days before his bizarre death. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:39 | |
It's 1849, and Poe is 40 years old. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
He's just had a failed suicide attempt, | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
and his reputation is in the gutter. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
His health is failing, | 0:05:56 | 0:05:58 | |
he's not looking after himself and he looks terrible. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:02 | |
On a trip to find work, Poe ends up in Baltimore's rough docklands. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:08 | |
It's a city in the midst of social upheaval, a magnet for runaway slaves | 0:06:08 | 0:06:12 | |
and impoverished European immigrants. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
It's a wild town, | 0:06:15 | 0:06:16 | |
and the last place Poe is seen alive is at this saloon, | 0:06:16 | 0:06:20 | |
where he goes on his final drinking binge. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:22 | |
When he came in, he had a drink. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:26 | |
I think there was more to it than just a drink. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
It was an opium and heroin bar. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
-Cos it's right next to the docks, isn't it? -It was. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:34 | |
They did do drugs out of here, they did Shanghai men for the clipper ships. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:38 | |
I don't think I would've liked to live here back then. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
Would you have drunk here back then? | 0:06:41 | 0:06:44 | |
Well, I probably would've had to be a prostitute. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
He'd actually been missing for a couple of days when he was found here. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:52 | |
How do you think a drunk would've fared on the streets of Baltimore at that time? | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
Probably he would've just been mugged for money, kicked around and just left. | 0:06:56 | 0:07:00 | |
But if he was that drunk and if he was a stone cold alcoholic | 0:07:00 | 0:07:03 | |
and had blackouts, God knows where he would've wound up. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:08 | |
On October 3rd 1849, Poe is found in the streets of Baltimore. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:14 | |
He's delirious, he's in great distress and in immediate need of assistance. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:19 | |
Poe will never be coherent again long enough to explain how he came to be | 0:07:19 | 0:07:23 | |
in this dire condition, and, bizarrely, is wearing someone else's clothes. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
Poe is taken to hospital, where he dies four days later on October 7th 1849. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:34 | |
He's just 40 years old. | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
He's said to have died from 'congestion of the brain', | 0:07:36 | 0:07:40 | |
a common euphemism for alcohol abuse. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:42 | |
The actual cause of his death is never confirmed. | 0:07:42 | 0:07:45 | |
Thank heaven! The crisis, the danger is past, | 0:07:47 | 0:07:51 | |
and the lingering illness is over at last. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:55 | |
And the fever called living is conquered at last. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:59 | |
The sickness, the nausea, the pitiless pain, | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
have ceased with the fever that maddened my brain. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:07 | |
With the fever called living that burned in my brain. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
Despite his many loves and literary admirers, | 0:08:13 | 0:08:17 | |
Poe dies penniless, childless, alone and desperate. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:21 | |
What could've happened in his life to make death so welcome? | 0:08:21 | 0:08:25 | |
To find out why he passes away in such pitiful circumstances, | 0:08:25 | 0:08:29 | |
I'm going to look back at his tragic life, | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
exhuming his most significant relationships to see why his heart and his fiction grew so dark. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:38 | |
I'm going right back to his youth, two decades earlier, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:44 | |
to the prime of his life, when he should've had everything to live for. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:47 | |
It's 1828, and Edgar Allan Poe is 19 years old. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:57 | |
He's already suffered a lot of misery and heartache. | 0:08:57 | 0:09:01 | |
Orphaned as a toddler, he's fostered by John and Frances Allan. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:05 | |
During his childhood, they spend time in Britain, where Poe was taught Latin and French | 0:09:05 | 0:09:09 | |
and read the classics of European literature. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:12 | |
As a young man, his relationship with his foster father, John Allan, is fractious. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:17 | |
Poe is insecure, he picks fights, drinks and gambles. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:22 | |
But he adores his foster mother, Frances. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:25 | |
After she dies, John Allan cuts him off without a penny. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:30 | |
At the time, he's enrolled at West Point military academy in New York, | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
where his talent for poetry exceeds his talent as an officer. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:37 | |
He's discharged within a year, and leaves with massive debts. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:43 | |
Homeless and destitute, he ends up at this house in Baltimore | 0:09:43 | 0:09:46 | |
with his only blood relatives, his aunt, Maria Clemm, and his two cousins. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:51 | |
For the first time since being orphaned, Poe experiences a real sense of belonging. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:57 | |
And he becomes particularly attached to his young cousin, Virginia Clemm. | 0:09:57 | 0:10:02 | |
We grew up together, yet differently we grew. | 0:10:02 | 0:10:06 | |
I, ill of health and buried in gloom, | 0:10:06 | 0:10:09 | |
she agile, graceful, and overflowing with energy. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:13 | |
Hers the ramble on the hillside, | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
mine the studies of the cloister. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
I, living within my own heart, | 0:10:19 | 0:10:21 | |
and addicted, body and soul, to the most intense and painful meditation. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:26 | |
She, roaming carelessly through life, | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
with no thought of the shadows in her path, | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
or the silent flight of the raven-winged hours. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:36 | |
Virginia was apparently a very charming young lady. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:41 | |
Everyone that met her was just enthralled with her beauty, | 0:10:41 | 0:10:45 | |
with her manners, and they said you couldn't help | 0:10:45 | 0:10:49 | |
but to fall in love with her. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:51 | |
Virginia's considerable charms have the same effect on her cousin, Edgar. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:56 | |
But he doesn't realise the depth of his feelings for her until he nearly loses her. | 0:10:56 | 0:11:02 | |
While away from the family home to find work, | 0:11:02 | 0:11:05 | |
Poe receives a letter which makes him confront his feelings. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:10 | |
A cousin, Neilson Poe, is offering to take Virginia into his home | 0:11:10 | 0:11:16 | |
and raise her as a proper lady. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:18 | |
So Maria Clemm writes this letter to Edgar asking, "What should I do?" | 0:11:18 | 0:11:24 | |
And this is the first time that Poe expresses affection for Virginia. | 0:11:24 | 0:11:31 | |
Poe writes a desperate letter to Maria Clemm, | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
telling her that if Neilson Poe takes over guardianship of Virginia | 0:11:34 | 0:11:38 | |
and the household is split up, he will kill himself. | 0:11:38 | 0:11:41 | |
My dearest Aunty, | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
I am blinded with tears while writing this letter. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:50 | |
I have no wish to live another hour. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
You well know how little I am able to bear up | 0:11:53 | 0:11:56 | |
under the pressure of grief. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:57 | |
I love, you know I love Virginia passionately, devotedly. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:03 | |
I cannot express in words the fervent devotion | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
I feel towards my dear little cousin, my own darling. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:09 | |
All my thoughts are occupied with the supposition | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
that both you and she will prefer to go with Neilson Poe. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:16 | |
Poe's plea to his Aunt Clemm works, and she declines Neilson Poe's generous offer. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:23 | |
Poe gets to keep his precious family together. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:26 | |
In 1836, he marries Virginia. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
He is 27, and she is 13. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:35 | |
From a modern perspective, it's easy to suspect Poe of the ultimate taboo, | 0:12:37 | 0:12:42 | |
but in the 1830s marriage between cousins is perfectly legal, | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
and because the life expectancy | 0:12:46 | 0:12:48 | |
of women is only 40, 13 is considered old enough. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:53 | |
I think in many ways he married her to stop her from marrying somebody else, to stop her from growing up. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:59 | |
He wanted to keep her just as she was. And he did. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
There's no reason to think their union was at all consummated. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:06 | |
I don't think that Poe's relationship with Virginia | 0:13:06 | 0:13:09 | |
was like that. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:10 | |
We do know that they went to Petersburg on their honeymoon, | 0:13:10 | 0:13:13 | |
and their bedroom suite only had one bed, | 0:13:13 | 0:13:16 | |
so they were at least in the same bed there, | 0:13:16 | 0:13:17 | |
but we don't have absolute proof | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
when or if they consummated their marriage. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:21 | |
But if we look to stories like Eleonora, | 0:13:21 | 0:13:24 | |
it seems to indicate that they did had a passionate love affair. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
We sat, locked in each other's embrace, | 0:13:32 | 0:13:35 | |
beneath the serpent-like trees, | 0:13:35 | 0:13:37 | |
and looked down within the water of the River of Silence at our images therein. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:43 | |
We had drawn the God Eros from that wave. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:46 | |
Ever with thee I wish to roam. | 0:13:48 | 0:13:51 | |
Dearest, my life is thine. | 0:13:51 | 0:13:53 | |
Give me a cottage for my home, and a rich old cypress vine. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:58 | |
And, oh, the tranquil hours we'll spend, | 0:13:58 | 0:14:02 | |
never wishing that others may see! | 0:14:02 | 0:14:04 | |
Perfect ease we'll enjoy, | 0:14:04 | 0:14:06 | |
without thinking to lend ourselves to the world and its glee. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:12 | |
Ever peaceful and blissful we'll be. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
She just idolised and adored him. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:19 | |
And Edgar and his wife and mother-in-law | 0:14:19 | 0:14:23 | |
just formed this little trio that escaped the whole world. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
They focused on each other and each other's cares. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
And even when Edgar was poor, and could barely afford to feed himself, | 0:14:29 | 0:14:33 | |
he made sure she had a piano and sometimes a harp to play. | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
He loved to hear her sing and make music. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:37 | |
He would play the flute along with her. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:39 | |
The mother-in-law would sing along. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:41 | |
They had little concerts together at night. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:44 | |
But the newlyweds' situation is far from idyllic. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
To support his family, Poe searches for any kind of paid work, | 0:14:50 | 0:14:54 | |
from teaching to bricklaying, but jobs are scarce in 1830s Baltimore, | 0:14:54 | 0:15:00 | |
and he's knocked back every time. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
The Poe family, in this time period, they were starving. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:08 | |
Sometimes Maria Clemm and Virginia would go out with a basket | 0:15:08 | 0:15:13 | |
and ask for donations. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:16 | |
Many people did that. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
Edgar applied for several positions. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:22 | |
Nothing ever came of that. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:24 | |
They were starving. They were starving. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
Poe was writing poetry and not making any money. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:31 | |
But yet, despite this poverty, | 0:15:31 | 0:15:36 | |
Poe began his literary career here, as a short story writer. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:41 | |
This was Poe's bedroom, and it was here that he began to write. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:51 | |
My baptismal name is Egaeus. | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
That of my family I will not mention. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
Yet there are no towers in the land more time honoured | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
than my gloomy grey hereditary halls. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
The recollections of my earliest years | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
are connected with that chamber and with its volumes. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:09 | |
Herein was I born. | 0:16:09 | 0:16:12 | |
Poe's first short story, Berenice, from 1835, is a surreal tale of love, | 0:16:12 | 0:16:17 | |
death and madness, about a man's obsession with his cousin. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:21 | |
When she returns from the dead after a prolonged illness, he rips out her teeth. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:25 | |
It's a daring and original tale, flouting all the conventions of the day. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:30 | |
Poe's decision to become a professional writer was unheard of at the time. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:35 | |
Fiction just wasn't a money-making proposition. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:38 | |
Rich people would pay a publisher to publish their book, | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
or all their family and friends would have to promise to buy a copy before it came out. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:45 | |
But here is Poe with no money, no means of support, | 0:16:45 | 0:16:48 | |
deciding to do this full time, and that's suddenly possible because of magazines. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:53 | |
Suddenly there is a market for fiction | 0:16:53 | 0:16:56 | |
and the whole process becomes democratised and professionalised. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:00 | |
One of Poe's aesthetic principles was that the ideal length of time | 0:17:03 | 0:17:08 | |
to have a reader read something he had written | 0:17:08 | 0:17:11 | |
would be like maybe 20 minutes, or half an hour, | 0:17:11 | 0:17:14 | |
because you could have the reader completely under your control, | 0:17:14 | 0:17:18 | |
the reader wouldn't be thinking about anything else, | 0:17:18 | 0:17:21 | |
wouldn't be putting a novel down to go take a walk | 0:17:21 | 0:17:24 | |
or eat a meal or something, would just be completely absorbed. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:28 | |
He's such an deeply interesting psychological writer, | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
and so much of what he writes exposes his own thought processes. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:36 | |
That, I think, was a bit of a turning point in the evolution | 0:17:36 | 0:17:40 | |
of the short story, that people saw all kinds of possibilities not just for telling a tale, | 0:17:40 | 0:17:44 | |
but actually going into the interpretation of the human psyche | 0:17:44 | 0:17:48 | |
and finding out what makes us do the things we do. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:51 | |
Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, | 0:17:53 | 0:17:57 | |
whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, | 0:17:57 | 0:18:01 | |
whether much that is glorious, | 0:18:01 | 0:18:03 | |
whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:07 | |
They who dream by day are cognisant of many things | 0:18:07 | 0:18:11 | |
which escape those who dream only by night. | 0:18:11 | 0:18:14 | |
For a writer as sensitive as Poe, the 1830s are fruitful years to delve into the mind. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:22 | |
Victorian scientists are making discoveries that cast doubt on | 0:18:22 | 0:18:26 | |
the claims of the Bible, and its reassuring notion of an afterlife. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:30 | |
As the promise of paradise fades, the moment of death becomes terrifying. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:35 | |
Death's inevitability is made even more frightening by | 0:18:35 | 0:18:38 | |
the indiscriminate spread of wasting diseases like cholera and tuberculosis. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:44 | |
Medicine is not yet advanced enough to explain or treat symptoms of lingering illnesses | 0:18:44 | 0:18:49 | |
which could be mistaken for death, and sometimes are. | 0:18:49 | 0:18:54 | |
The shallowest breathing of tubercular lungs, | 0:18:54 | 0:18:57 | |
the comatose sleep of typhus, or the suspension of movement by stroke and paralysis. | 0:18:57 | 0:19:04 | |
Expressing the most common fears of his precarious times, | 0:19:04 | 0:19:08 | |
Poe's stories find a receptive audience. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
He taps into primal human phobias, including the ancient fear of being buried alive. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:17 | |
To be buried while alive is, beyond question, | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
the most terrific of these extremes which has ever fallen | 0:19:22 | 0:19:26 | |
to the lot of mere mortality. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:27 | |
That it has frequently, very frequently, | 0:19:27 | 0:19:31 | |
so fallen will scarcely be denied by those who think. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
The boundaries which divide life from death | 0:19:35 | 0:19:39 | |
are at best shadowy and vague. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins? | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
For Poe, I think the end point is often a recognition | 0:19:48 | 0:19:54 | |
that one can't fully understand intellectually the circumstances of death. | 0:19:54 | 0:20:00 | |
So rather than heave some vision of an afterlife, | 0:20:00 | 0:20:04 | |
Poe really views the end of life | 0:20:04 | 0:20:07 | |
as the extinction of consciousness, the end of all things. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:11 | |
And that's probably what scared him more than anything. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:13 | |
I once again struggled to cry aloud. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:16 | |
A long, wild, and continuous shriek | 0:20:16 | 0:20:18 | |
resounded through the realms of the subterranean night. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:21 | |
As he whispered me of a violated grave, of a disfigured body | 0:20:21 | 0:20:26 | |
enshrouded, yet still breathing, still palpitating, still alive! | 0:20:26 | 0:20:31 | |
His audience was interested in gore and sensation, | 0:20:31 | 0:20:35 | |
and so if he wrote about those things he would make a hit, | 0:20:35 | 0:20:39 | |
make a sensation, become more popular, become more successful, make a name for himself. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:46 | |
And to some extent, I think that might be what he believed. | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
But I think he was also haunted by disease and death. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:55 | |
It was a topic he couldn't let alone. | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
She had seen that the finger of death was upon her bosom. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:03 | |
She had been made perfect in loveliness only to die... | 0:21:03 | 0:21:05 | |
On a chair lay a razor, besmeared with blood. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:08 | |
On the hearth were two or three long and thick tresses | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
of grey human hair, also dabbled in blood, | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
and seeming to have been pulled out by the roots... | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
Upon the bed there lay a nearly liquid mass | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
of loathsome, detestable putrescence. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
He doesn't pull any punches when it comes to death, suffering, torture. And it wasn't just for titillation. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:26 | |
Poe's object was less frightening people | 0:21:26 | 0:21:29 | |
than getting the fear out of himself and somewhere else. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:33 | |
It's very much the equivalent of whistling past a graveyard. | 0:21:33 | 0:21:36 | |
He is there to be as scary as possible to prove that | 0:21:36 | 0:21:38 | |
he is not scared, and of course it proves nothing of the sort. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:42 | |
Poe's magazine stories receive no literary praise, but they are enjoyed by the public. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:49 | |
With no copyright laws yet in place for this new profession, he earns little money. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:55 | |
But this doesn't deter him. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:57 | |
He tries to earn cash and recognition by entering writing competitions. | 0:21:57 | 0:22:01 | |
Eventually he secures a job as the editor of a New York journal, | 0:22:01 | 0:22:06 | |
where he busies himself with reviews of other people's work. | 0:22:06 | 0:22:10 | |
But Poe drinks on the job and publishes spiteful criticism of his contemporaries' writing. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:16 | |
A flashy succession of ill-conceived | 0:22:16 | 0:22:17 | |
and miserably executed literary productions, | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
each more silly than its predecessor... | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
The only thing noticeable was the peevishness of the writer, the only thing... | 0:22:21 | 0:22:25 | |
..left an absolute and irreparable mental leprosy, rendering it a question whether | 0:22:25 | 0:22:29 | |
he ever would or could again accomplish anything | 0:22:29 | 0:22:31 | |
which should be worthy the attention of people not positively rabid. | 0:22:31 | 0:22:35 | |
It's an incredibly stupid thing to do. | 0:22:36 | 0:22:39 | |
The publishing world is small and incestuous and Poe soon makes enemies. | 0:22:39 | 0:22:43 | |
SHE COUGHS | 0:22:43 | 0:22:44 | |
Life has also taken a turn for the worst at home. | 0:22:44 | 0:22:48 | |
Poe and Virginia have been married for six years | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
and Virginia is in the front parlour playing the piano and singing, | 0:22:50 | 0:22:54 | |
and suddenly she's wracked by violent coughing and she brings up blood. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:58 | |
It's the first sign of the TB that will kill her. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:01 | |
They move to this small country cottage, partly for the good air, | 0:23:01 | 0:23:06 | |
in what is ironically now one of the busiest thoroughfares in the whole of the Bronx. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:11 | |
Wow, it's very small. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:18 | |
Yes, this was the parlour where the Poe family spent their time. | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
Virginia spent a lot of time in bed because she was sick throughout the whole time. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:26 | |
It's very warm downstairs, rather than upstairs. This is why Virginia was moved downstairs. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:31 | |
But she was still cold, so when Edgar Allan Poe was at West Point, | 0:23:31 | 0:23:36 | |
he kept the cloak they give you, | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
and this was the same cloak he wrapped Virginia in to keep her warm. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:42 | |
They also had a cat which they named Catterina, because it was a girl. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:46 | |
And she would also snuggle with the cat. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:49 | |
It's very sad, but this is when Edgar Allan Poe's works started getting more emotional. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:54 | |
This is how he wrote Annabel Lee, Ulalume, it brought out the most emotional part of him. | 0:23:54 | 0:24:00 | |
We loved with a love that was more than love, | 0:24:03 | 0:24:06 | |
I and my Annabel Lee. | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:12 | |
And this was the reason that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea, | 0:24:14 | 0:24:19 | |
a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee. | 0:24:19 | 0:24:25 | |
In that time period if you had tuberculosis, that was a death sentence. You did not survive that. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:33 | |
It was a disease of the lungs, and many times people would just choke and drown in their own blood. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:41 | |
Sometimes it would be very sudden, sometimes it would linger. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:45 | |
Because Virginia was so young she didn't just die. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:51 | |
She was sort of young enough to sort of fight the disease for five years. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:57 | |
Sometimes she'd get worse, and it felt she was about to die. | 0:24:57 | 0:25:01 | |
He said he prepared for her funeral, he was prepared for her death, and then she'd get better. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:06 | |
So he thought that she was cured, and he became optimistic | 0:25:06 | 0:25:10 | |
and looked forward to a happy life together, then she got worse, then she got better. | 0:25:10 | 0:25:14 | |
He said it felt like she was dying over and over again. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:17 | |
Each time I felt all the agonies of her death, | 0:25:19 | 0:25:22 | |
and at each accession of the disorder I loved her more dearly | 0:25:22 | 0:25:26 | |
and clung to her. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:27 | |
I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:31 | |
Poe is living a double life. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:35 | |
By day he's the editor of a popular journal, | 0:25:35 | 0:25:38 | |
but as darkness falls he becomes the night nurse of a sick wife, | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
as Virginia battles her painful illness. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:45 | |
For three long years, he listens to Virginia's cough, or her silence. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:50 | |
Alcohol and writing are the only outlets for his suffering. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:54 | |
He writes compulsively, channeling his emotional turmoil into his work. | 0:25:54 | 0:25:59 | |
These are his most productive and creative years, in which he composes | 0:25:59 | 0:26:03 | |
works that will later be lauded as the most quintessentially Poe. | 0:26:03 | 0:26:08 | |
Looking upward, I surveyed the ceiling of my prison. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:12 | |
A very singular figure riveted my whole attention. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
It was the painted figure of Time, save that in lieu of a scythe | 0:26:15 | 0:26:20 | |
he held a huge pendulum, such as we see on antique clocks. | 0:26:20 | 0:26:24 | |
A slight noise attracted my notice, and, looking to the floor, | 0:26:24 | 0:26:29 | |
I saw several enormous rats traversing it. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:32 | |
They had issued from the well which lay just within view to my right. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:36 | |
While I gazed, they came up in troops, | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
hurriedly, with ravenous eyes, allured by the scent of the meat. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:44 | |
I heard all things in heaven and in the earth. | 0:26:47 | 0:26:52 | |
I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? | 0:26:52 | 0:26:56 | |
You will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took | 0:26:56 | 0:27:00 | |
for the concealment of the body. | 0:27:00 | 0:27:02 | |
First of all I dismembered the corpse, I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:08 | |
In 1845, Poe writes and publishes his masterpiece, The Raven. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:13 | |
It's filled with detail, metaphor and reference to Virginia's decline. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:18 | |
It's a cruel twist of fate that the greatest turmoil of his adult life | 0:27:18 | 0:27:22 | |
is also the catalyst for his greatest achievement. | 0:27:22 | 0:27:26 | |
Once upon a midnight dreary | 0:27:26 | 0:27:29 | |
While I pondered, weak and weary | 0:27:29 | 0:27:32 | |
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore | 0:27:32 | 0:27:35 | |
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping | 0:27:35 | 0:27:40 | |
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door | 0:27:40 | 0:27:43 | |
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door | 0:27:43 | 0:27:47 | |
"Only this, and nothing more." | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
This fashionably melancholy poem finally earns Poe the critical recognition he craves. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:57 | |
But with Virginia perpetually reanimating from the brink of death, | 0:27:57 | 0:28:01 | |
his success couldn't be more ill-timed, or more welcome. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:05 | |
He is propelled into overnight stardom. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
A sensation among New York's literati. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
He finds himself in great demand to recite. | 0:28:12 | 0:28:14 | |
Women love him. They attend his readings in droves. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:18 | |
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, | 0:28:18 | 0:28:22 | |
fearing, doubting, | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:28 | |
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, | 0:28:28 | 0:28:33 | |
and the only word there spoken was the whispered word "Lenore". | 0:28:33 | 0:28:38 | |
I think Poe was seen as this incredibly entertaining and dark, | 0:28:38 | 0:28:44 | |
brooding, but also very original talent by this very elite, | 0:28:44 | 0:28:49 | |
almost untouchable group of literary personages. | 0:28:49 | 0:28:52 | |
Among his swooning admirers, the most influential | 0:28:53 | 0:28:56 | |
is the glittering socialite and poet, Frances Sargeant Osgood. | 0:28:56 | 0:29:01 | |
Nearly the same age as Poe, she has two children and an unhappy marriage. | 0:29:01 | 0:29:06 | |
She is a successful writer, earning a good living from her highly respected poetry. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:12 | |
Osgood is one of those rare poets who really understood | 0:29:12 | 0:29:16 | |
the medium of print, and recognised that she could appeal to people | 0:29:16 | 0:29:21 | |
by developing a kind of coquettish persona, | 0:29:21 | 0:29:24 | |
where she would give as much as she wanted, | 0:29:24 | 0:29:26 | |
but then take away and appear to be somewhat childlike, fairy-like, | 0:29:26 | 0:29:33 | |
evasive, in a way that would have appealed to men in particular. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:39 | |
Thou should'st be a beauteous bird | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
Flying at her lightest word | 0:29:42 | 0:29:45 | |
Nestling near her silken zone, | 0:29:45 | 0:29:49 | |
Like a gem on beauty's throne. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:53 | |
In one anecdote, while she was listening to Poe recite, | 0:29:53 | 0:29:57 | |
she was looking up at him adoringly with her dark eyes | 0:29:57 | 0:30:01 | |
and clearly was enthralled, | 0:30:01 | 0:30:05 | |
and appeared to everyone in the room also to be absolutely taken with Poe's demeanour. | 0:30:05 | 0:30:11 | |
And finally when she did meet him, she said, "I liked him very much." | 0:30:11 | 0:30:16 | |
With his proud and beautiful head erect, | 0:30:16 | 0:30:19 | |
his dark eyes flashing with the electric light | 0:30:19 | 0:30:23 | |
of feeling and of thought, | 0:30:23 | 0:30:25 | |
a peculiar, an inimitable blending of sweetness and hauteur | 0:30:25 | 0:30:29 | |
in his expression and manner, he greeted me, | 0:30:29 | 0:30:33 | |
calmly, gravely, almost coldly, | 0:30:33 | 0:30:37 | |
yet with so marked an earnestness | 0:30:37 | 0:30:41 | |
I could not hope being deeply impressed by it. | 0:30:41 | 0:30:44 | |
My soul from our first meeting, | 0:30:47 | 0:30:49 | |
burned with fires it had never before known. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
As I hope to live, her talents were of no common order, | 0:30:52 | 0:30:56 | |
her powers of mind were gigantic. | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
I felt this, and in many matters became her pupil. | 0:30:58 | 0:31:03 | |
At this point Poe is the editor of the newly created Broadway Journal. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:09 | |
Poe and Osgood court each other through its pages. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:15 | |
He publishes their poems side by side. | 0:31:15 | 0:31:18 | |
Osgood may sign her poems Violet Vane, but everyone knows it's her. | 0:31:18 | 0:31:23 | |
I know a noble heart that beats for one it loves how "wildly well!" | 0:31:25 | 0:31:31 | |
I only know for whom it beats | 0:31:31 | 0:31:34 | |
but I must never tell! | 0:31:34 | 0:31:37 | |
Never tell! | 0:31:37 | 0:31:39 | |
Hush! Hark! | 0:31:39 | 0:31:41 | |
How echo soft repeats | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
Ah! Never tell! | 0:31:44 | 0:31:46 | |
Beloved! Amid the earnest woes that crowd around my earthly path | 0:31:46 | 0:31:51 | |
Drear path, alas, where grows not even one lonely rose | 0:31:51 | 0:31:55 | |
My soul at least a solace hath | 0:31:55 | 0:31:57 | |
In dreams of thee, and therein knows an Eden of bland repose. | 0:31:57 | 0:32:02 | |
The evidence is actually rather thin that Poe and Osgood had a physical relationship. | 0:32:03 | 0:32:09 | |
But they both had reputations that could be ratcheted up based on their relationship to one another. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:15 | |
Poe, who had only published really a couple of thin volumes of poetry, | 0:32:15 | 0:32:20 | |
recognised that she had a kind of literary cache that he would like to feed into. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:27 | |
It's quite possible they had a sexual relationship. | 0:32:27 | 0:32:30 | |
Certainly the scandal mongers said so. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:33 | |
It's difficult to know whether or not they did. | 0:32:33 | 0:32:36 | |
My thinking is probably they didn't, | 0:32:36 | 0:32:39 | |
because Poe like to hear himself talk a lot more than he liked anything else, | 0:32:39 | 0:32:45 | |
and so I suspect that the sexuality was mostly verbal. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:48 | |
Back at home, Poe's wife, Virginia, is still struggling with tuberculosis. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:54 | |
Virginia knows about her husband's correspondence with Frances Osgood | 0:32:54 | 0:32:58 | |
and tolerates their relationship, believing it to be platonic. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:03 | |
She considers Osgood a family friend and a sobering influence for Poe, | 0:33:03 | 0:33:07 | |
personally and professionally. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:11 | |
There were various points at which Poe, | 0:33:11 | 0:33:14 | |
who had gone on benders, of course, throughout his career, | 0:33:14 | 0:33:17 | |
tried to dry out, and this was probably one of those times. | 0:33:17 | 0:33:21 | |
During that period, Poe wasn't drinking, | 0:33:21 | 0:33:24 | |
so my guess is that he felt the need to maintain a certain air of propriety around Osgood. | 0:33:24 | 0:33:31 | |
And that was one of the reasons why Virginia actually approved of this relationship. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:38 | |
You have to credit Virginia, because she put up with a lot of nonsense. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:42 | |
Poe was gone a lot, he would try to sell his stories, and then there was the vicious gossip | 0:33:42 | 0:33:49 | |
that Virginia would hear about Poe having an affair with this person, Poe flirting with this lady, | 0:33:49 | 0:33:55 | |
Poe spending time with this person over here. | 0:33:55 | 0:33:59 | |
Poe's reputation as a drunk has already been exacerbated by his mean-spirited literary criticism. | 0:33:59 | 0:34:05 | |
His enemies are now only too happy also to brand him a scandalous philanderer. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:10 | |
At the height of their entanglement, when Osgood is supposed to be | 0:34:12 | 0:34:15 | |
estranged from her husband, she gives birth to a baby girl. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:19 | |
And a malicious rumour circulates that Poe is the father. | 0:34:19 | 0:34:23 | |
The baby dies within a few months and Osgood never confirms who the father is. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:28 | |
The damage to herself and Poe is already done. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:32 | |
Angry at the wagging tongues, Osgood publishes a scathing retort in the form of a poem. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:38 | |
A whisper woke the air | 0:34:39 | 0:34:42 | |
A soft light tone and low | 0:34:42 | 0:34:45 | |
Yet barbed with shame and woe | 0:34:45 | 0:34:48 | |
Yet might it perish there nor further go? | 0:34:48 | 0:34:52 | |
Ah, me! A quick and eager ear caught up the little meaning sound | 0:34:52 | 0:34:57 | |
Another voice had breathed it clear | 0:34:57 | 0:35:00 | |
And so it wanders round | 0:35:00 | 0:35:02 | |
From ear to lip, from lip to ear. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:05 | |
Poe and Osgood are in the sights of New York's most vicious gossip monger, Elizabeth Ellet. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:12 | |
A published playwright and historian, she's a jealous rival of Osgood both professionally and romantically. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:20 | |
She also starts to court Poe through her poetry. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:23 | |
But Poe dismisses out of hand publicly, and then, goadingly, | 0:35:23 | 0:35:28 | |
he prints her poems next to Osgood's for comparison. It's a massive blunder. | 0:35:28 | 0:35:33 | |
Slighted, Ellet seeks revenge. | 0:35:33 | 0:35:36 | |
She sends poison pen letters to the now gravely ill Virginia, | 0:35:37 | 0:35:42 | |
accusing Poe and Osgood of all sorts of debauchery. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:45 | |
Already extremely fragile, Virginia is traumatised. | 0:35:45 | 0:35:50 | |
In a society where reputation is everything, there is only one | 0:35:52 | 0:35:56 | |
possible outcome - Poe and Osgood stop seeing each other. | 0:35:56 | 0:36:01 | |
They decided that the relationship was going to be damaging to both of them. | 0:36:02 | 0:36:07 | |
It had reached a kind of tipping point in terms of | 0:36:07 | 0:36:11 | |
the mores of 19th century readers and even their own contemporaries. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:17 | |
After that point, around 1846, they no longer saw one another. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:22 | |
Poe loses the woman who represents the type of intellectual recognition he craves. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:28 | |
Frances Sargent Osgood is his unobtainable icon and she has gone. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:34 | |
He's also on the threshold of the shattering loss of his virginal maiden. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:38 | |
Poe leaves his job at the Broadway Journal to care for Virginia in her terminal months. | 0:36:38 | 0:36:43 | |
He says that on her deathbed, Virginia blames the Osgood-Ellet scandal for hastening her death. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:50 | |
Remove from the world with it's sin and care | 0:36:52 | 0:36:55 | |
And the tattling of many tongues | 0:36:55 | 0:36:58 | |
Love alone shall heal my weakened lungs. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:03 | |
After fighting tuberculosis for five long years, | 0:37:03 | 0:37:07 | |
Virginia dies in the freezing winter of 1847. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:10 | |
She is just 24. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:13 | |
How shall the burial rite be read? | 0:37:18 | 0:37:21 | |
The solemn song be sung? | 0:37:21 | 0:37:24 | |
The requiem for the lovliest dead That ever died so young? | 0:37:24 | 0:37:27 | |
But she is gone above With young hope at her side | 0:37:29 | 0:37:33 | |
And I am drunk with love of the dead, who is my bride. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:37 | |
Coming here and seeing how small and modest the house is, | 0:37:40 | 0:37:44 | |
you have a real sense of what an intimate family they must have been, and how Maria Clemm and Virginia | 0:37:44 | 0:37:50 | |
really gave him that stability and intimacy and sense of belonging that he'd craved all his life. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:57 | |
So it must have been devastating to lose Virginia, | 0:37:57 | 0:38:03 | |
and how fundamentally that must have shifted his entire world. | 0:38:03 | 0:38:07 | |
After her death he said he just couldn't live another year without her. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
He was just having a breakdown. | 0:38:12 | 0:38:15 | |
The newspapers reported that he would be dead soon, too. | 0:38:15 | 0:38:19 | |
In the excitement of my opium dreams, I would call aloud | 0:38:19 | 0:38:23 | |
upon her name during the silence of the night, | 0:38:23 | 0:38:25 | |
or among the sheltered recesses of the glens by day, as if, | 0:38:25 | 0:38:28 | |
through the wild eagerness, the solemn passion, the consuming ardour | 0:38:28 | 0:38:32 | |
of my longing for the departed, | 0:38:32 | 0:38:34 | |
I could restore her to the pathways she had abandoned. | 0:38:34 | 0:38:37 | |
Ah, could it be forever? Upon the earth. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:41 | |
Virginia's death sends Poe spiralling out of control. | 0:38:43 | 0:38:47 | |
He's back on the drink and starts taking the powerful opiate drug laudanum. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:51 | |
I feel that a shadow gathers over my brain, | 0:38:53 | 0:38:56 | |
and I must trust the perfect sanity of the record. | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
After Virginia's death, he had gone into a real bad physical and mental decline. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:06 | |
One of the care givers who took care of him said to him, | 0:39:06 | 0:39:08 | |
"Unless you find a woman who's strong and will help guide your life, | 0:39:08 | 0:39:13 | |
I'm afraid you're going to have a sudden death." | 0:39:13 | 0:39:15 | |
So, in 1848, a year after Virginia died, | 0:39:15 | 0:39:20 | |
he kind of set out to find the strong woman. | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
In his drug-addled grief, Poe pursues several women, | 0:39:26 | 0:39:31 | |
but the most receptive to his frantic advances | 0:39:31 | 0:39:34 | |
is the eccentric poet Sarah Helen Whitman. | 0:39:34 | 0:39:37 | |
He's caught a glimpse of her outside her house in Providence, Rhode Island, | 0:39:37 | 0:39:41 | |
as his carriage passes by. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:44 | |
In his desperate need for a new wife, he hounds Whitman with romantic verse. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:49 | |
I saw thee once | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
Once only | 0:39:52 | 0:39:53 | |
It was a July midnight | 0:39:53 | 0:39:55 | |
And from out a full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul | 0:39:55 | 0:39:58 | |
Soaring, sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven | 0:39:58 | 0:40:03 | |
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, clad all in white | 0:40:03 | 0:40:07 | |
Upon a violet bank | 0:40:07 | 0:40:09 | |
I saw thee half reclining. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:12 | |
Whitman and Poe have a lot in common. | 0:40:16 | 0:40:18 | |
She's widowed, childless, an established writer, | 0:40:18 | 0:40:22 | |
and she's interested in the same themes as Poe - death, the afterlife, the gothic. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:28 | |
He had heard that she was a lady of eccentricity | 0:40:28 | 0:40:31 | |
and sorrows and he thought, "Aha! That's my thing - eccentricity and sorrows." | 0:40:31 | 0:40:35 | |
She is six years older than Poe, unusual for the times, when men were expected to be with younger women. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:44 | |
Well known around town as a clairvoyant, Whitman holds weekly seances. | 0:40:44 | 0:40:49 | |
She studies mesmerism and healing, and claims she can cure headaches with her hands. | 0:40:49 | 0:40:54 | |
She wore what was considered pagan dress, you know, in this Victorian time. | 0:40:54 | 0:40:59 | |
She liked to wear a lot of scarves and shawls. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:02 | |
They would fall off as she walked down the sidewalk. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:06 | |
It was the joke that her friends had to walk behind her and pick up her scarves and her veils | 0:41:06 | 0:41:10 | |
that she was always dropping. She wasn't the most conventional person, shall we say. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:15 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:41:19 | 0:41:21 | |
Suddenly a chill wind leapt through its woven harmonies | 0:41:21 | 0:41:25 | |
All its silver chords were snapt like a wind-harp's by the breeze. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:31 | |
Graves closed round my path of life | 0:41:35 | 0:41:39 | |
The beautiful had fled | 0:41:39 | 0:41:41 | |
Pale shadows wandered by my side | 0:41:42 | 0:41:47 | |
And whispered of the dead. | 0:41:47 | 0:41:49 | |
She was using ether and they said a faint odour of ether | 0:41:54 | 0:41:57 | |
would waft behind her as she went down the street with her scarves and veils. | 0:41:57 | 0:42:01 | |
But this wasn't unheard of at that time. | 0:42:01 | 0:42:04 | |
Ether was considered to have medicinal value. | 0:42:04 | 0:42:07 | |
She wore a little coffin around her neck. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
I don't know if she had that as a memento mori, | 0:42:12 | 0:42:15 | |
because she felt as though she herself had only a short period of time to live. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:20 | |
She had a heart condition - at least she believed it - and so she was always kind of reminding herself of | 0:42:20 | 0:42:25 | |
the shortness of life, and I think the coffin fit that. | 0:42:25 | 0:42:28 | |
Poe courts Whitman here at the Athenaeum library, | 0:42:31 | 0:42:34 | |
an acceptable public place to meet for this rather unconventional couple. | 0:42:34 | 0:42:40 | |
From the very start, this relationship is characterised by conflicting hopes and motives. | 0:42:40 | 0:42:45 | |
Poe is looking for a substitute mother, someone who can tether him | 0:42:45 | 0:42:49 | |
and look after him, and Whitman is involved in a mad romantic adventure with a charismatic younger man. | 0:42:49 | 0:42:55 | |
The magic of a lovely form in woman | 0:42:58 | 0:43:01 | |
The necromancy of female gracefulness | 0:43:01 | 0:43:03 | |
Was always a power which I had found it impossible to resist | 0:43:03 | 0:43:08 | |
But here was grace personified, incarnate | 0:43:08 | 0:43:12 | |
The beau ideal of my wildest and most enthusiastic visions | 0:43:12 | 0:43:16 | |
I resolved in my mind a thousand schemes | 0:43:16 | 0:43:20 | |
By which I might obtain the elder lady. | 0:43:20 | 0:43:23 | |
Poe came to Providence five or six times to visit her, | 0:43:28 | 0:43:32 | |
and each time he came he urged her and urged her very strongly to marry him. | 0:43:32 | 0:43:37 | |
He wouldn't accept no for an answer, which she'd already told him after the first time. | 0:43:37 | 0:43:41 | |
And the second thing he would do quite often | 0:43:41 | 0:43:44 | |
is to appear at her house after drinking, which was the one thing, | 0:43:44 | 0:43:47 | |
that she said she could not marry him if he kept drinking. | 0:43:47 | 0:43:50 | |
And I have read that she thought that sleeping with him would kill her. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:55 | |
Had I youth | 0:43:57 | 0:43:58 | |
And health and beauty | 0:43:58 | 0:44:03 | |
I would live for you and die with you | 0:44:03 | 0:44:07 | |
Now, were I to allow myself to love you | 0:44:10 | 0:44:14 | |
I could only enjoy a bright, brief hour of rapture | 0:44:14 | 0:44:20 | |
And then die. | 0:44:20 | 0:44:22 | |
She was afraid that because of her heart condition | 0:44:25 | 0:44:28 | |
that having normal sexual relations would probably do her in. | 0:44:28 | 0:44:31 | |
And he said, "Don't worry, I won't make demands on you." | 0:44:31 | 0:44:35 | |
At your feet, if you so willed it, I would cast from me forever | 0:44:39 | 0:44:43 | |
All merely human desire | 0:44:43 | 0:44:46 | |
And clothe myself in the glory of a pure calm and unexacting affection | 0:44:46 | 0:44:52 | |
I would comfort you, sooth you, tranquilise you, my love. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:56 | |
The courtship went on for three months, and it seems longer than that because it was so dramatic. | 0:44:59 | 0:45:05 | |
There were scenes. There was much weeping and begging | 0:45:05 | 0:45:10 | |
and misunderstandings and some drunkenness. | 0:45:10 | 0:45:13 | |
But he somehow, after all that, | 0:45:13 | 0:45:15 | |
managed to convince her to accept a conditional engagement, | 0:45:15 | 0:45:19 | |
and she said, "All right, if you will stop drinking | 0:45:19 | 0:45:22 | |
"and if my mother will approve of it, I will marry you." | 0:45:22 | 0:45:26 | |
So how they became engaged was that he kind of wore her down, I think. | 0:45:26 | 0:45:30 | |
But Whitman's mother doesn't approve. | 0:45:30 | 0:45:33 | |
She is aware of Poe's reputation as a drunken philanderer. | 0:45:33 | 0:45:36 | |
She forces her daughter and Poe to sign a contract. | 0:45:36 | 0:45:40 | |
If they marry, Whitman will be cut off from the family estate for good. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:44 | |
She said she would rather see her daughter dead than married to Poe, and she said it in front of Poe. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:51 | |
He called her the old devil, by the way. | 0:45:51 | 0:45:54 | |
If only he hadn't wanted to marry her they would have been very good friends, I think. | 0:45:54 | 0:45:58 | |
She said he had given charm to her lonely existence. | 0:45:58 | 0:46:03 | |
I knew from the first that our engagement was a most imprudent one. | 0:46:03 | 0:46:09 | |
I clearly foresaw all the perils and penalties | 0:46:09 | 0:46:12 | |
to which it would expose us. | 0:46:12 | 0:46:15 | |
The union was prevented by circumstances over which I had no control! | 0:46:15 | 0:46:20 | |
Whitman loves Poe, but the threat of being cut off | 0:46:22 | 0:46:25 | |
is compounded by the fact that he won't stop drinking, despite her ultimatum. | 0:46:25 | 0:46:30 | |
Reluctantly, she breaks off the engagement and ends their relationship. | 0:46:30 | 0:46:36 | |
Poe, meanwhile, is distraught. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:39 | |
His sense of loss is wildly disproportionate. | 0:46:39 | 0:46:42 | |
He barely knows this woman, and this is a theme that comes up again and again in his correspondence. | 0:46:42 | 0:46:48 | |
He attempts suicide, he gets incredibly depressed, and it's always to do with the loss of a woman. | 0:46:48 | 0:46:53 | |
After Whitman's rejection, Poe tumbles into a pit of despair from which he never recovers. | 0:46:57 | 0:47:03 | |
I was but a child groping, benighted. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:07 | |
How had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved? | 0:47:07 | 0:47:11 | |
I saw, I felt, I knew that I was deeply, madly, irrevocably in love, | 0:47:11 | 0:47:17 | |
but, ere long, | 0:47:17 | 0:47:19 | |
the heaven of this pure affection became darkened, and gloom, | 0:47:19 | 0:47:22 | |
and horror, and grief, swept over it in clouds. | 0:47:22 | 0:47:27 | |
Throughout his life, what Poe sought from women was unconditional love, | 0:47:28 | 0:47:32 | |
acceptance and recognition, but they always slipped from his grasp. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:36 | |
Sarah Helen, the mother figure he hoped would save him. | 0:47:36 | 0:47:40 | |
Frances, the unobtainable icon he pined for. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:44 | |
Virginia, the pure maiden he adored. | 0:47:44 | 0:47:47 | |
All these women embody the single most inspiring and absent influence | 0:47:47 | 0:47:53 | |
on Poe's life, the woman who died at the same age | 0:47:53 | 0:47:56 | |
and of the same disease as his wife Virginia, | 0:47:56 | 0:48:00 | |
the woman who represents all his archetypes in one - his mother, Eliza Poe. | 0:48:00 | 0:48:06 | |
To understand how deeply the loss of his mother affected Poe, | 0:48:07 | 0:48:11 | |
I'm going right back to the beginning, nearly 40 years, to his infancy. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:16 | |
It's 1811. Poe is two years old and living in Richmond | 0:48:21 | 0:48:24 | |
with his mother, Eliza, his brother, Henry, and his sister, Rosalie. | 0:48:24 | 0:48:28 | |
His mother is a 24-year-old actress. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:31 | |
She's successful and popular, but acting is still seen as an unsavoury profession. | 0:48:31 | 0:48:37 | |
It's regarded as just one step away from prostitution. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:40 | |
Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't... | 0:48:41 | 0:48:44 | |
At this time, not even performing Shakespeare is acceptable. | 0:48:44 | 0:48:48 | |
Young men will do't, if they come to't; | 0:48:48 | 0:48:51 | |
By cock, they are to blame. | 0:48:51 | 0:48:53 | |
Eliza has never known anything else except acting, | 0:48:53 | 0:48:56 | |
and stands firm against the slurs of treading the boards. | 0:48:56 | 0:49:00 | |
She becomes a leading actress, so much in demand | 0:49:00 | 0:49:03 | |
that during her short life she plays over 200 different roles. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:07 | |
This is the last place standing in Richmond, Virginia, where Eliza is known to have performed. | 0:49:07 | 0:49:13 | |
Once a theatre, it's now a masons' Lodge. | 0:49:13 | 0:49:17 | |
To please has been my never ceasing aim, | 0:49:17 | 0:49:20 | |
and to effect this end, | 0:49:20 | 0:49:22 | |
to me you find what various character has been assigned. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:26 | |
A miss just in her teens, a rigid nurse. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:30 | |
A boy to please old maids. O lud! 'Tis worse! | 0:49:30 | 0:49:35 | |
Sometimes I have appeared a ghost, 'tis true. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:39 | |
But yet I'm flesh and blood as well as you. | 0:49:39 | 0:49:44 | |
The first imprinting of a female figure in Poe's mind is his mother. | 0:49:49 | 0:49:54 | |
He must have perceived her as a kind of fairy-like figure | 0:49:54 | 0:49:57 | |
on stage surrounded by bright lights, this wonderful vision. | 0:49:57 | 0:50:03 | |
Eliza was described as being very beautiful and charming, | 0:50:05 | 0:50:09 | |
and one reviewer in Norfolk, Virginia, said she was the handsomest women he'd ever seen. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:16 | |
Eliza was born in England and when she came to the States | 0:50:16 | 0:50:20 | |
she was performing in cities where acting had only been legal for a few years. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:25 | |
Edgar is born into a moralistic society that shuns him for most of his early life. | 0:50:26 | 0:50:31 | |
He doesn't just have one parent who's on the stage, but two. | 0:50:31 | 0:50:36 | |
His father, David Poe, is also an actor, but unlike Edgar's mother, not a very good one. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:43 | |
Poe's father has a reputation for being an actor | 0:50:43 | 0:50:45 | |
who erupts at bad reviews, threatening critics with violence. | 0:50:45 | 0:50:50 | |
He's touchy and perverse. Time and again he bites the hand that feeds him. | 0:50:50 | 0:50:54 | |
He's known to have just completely forgotten his lines on stage. | 0:50:54 | 0:50:58 | |
He suffered from a paralysing case of stage fright. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:01 | |
He was so bad he got hissed off the stage. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:03 | |
he got booed so badly he threatened the audience from the stage. | 0:51:03 | 0:51:06 | |
It's partly because he considers himself too good to be an actor, and partly because he drinks. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:11 | |
David Poe disappears for good not long after baby Edgar is born. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:19 | |
And Eliza is left to raise her young children on her own. | 0:51:19 | 0:51:24 | |
On my word, tis the father's son. | 0:51:24 | 0:51:28 | |
I'll swear 'tis a very pretty boy. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:32 | |
She manages to look after the infants and continues to work. | 0:51:32 | 0:51:36 | |
I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it... | 0:51:36 | 0:51:41 | |
But in Edgar's second year, she catches the killer disease TB. | 0:51:41 | 0:51:45 | |
She was continuing to act until within a few months of her death. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:49 | |
But then she was unable to perform any more, to bring in money to support her family. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:53 | |
But because she was such a beloved actress, local families started volunteering their time. | 0:51:53 | 0:52:01 | |
Society ladies, even, who wouldn't be caught dead associating with an actress, started visiting her, | 0:52:01 | 0:52:06 | |
bringing her meals, caring for her. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:08 | |
It was said to be quite the fashion of the day for society ladies to care for Mrs Poe. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:13 | |
SHE COUGHS | 0:52:13 | 0:52:15 | |
Knowing that her death is imminent, Eliza cuts off a lock of her hair | 0:52:15 | 0:52:20 | |
as a keepsake for little Edgar. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:23 | |
She dies in December 1811. | 0:52:25 | 0:52:28 | |
After her burial, Edgar is separated from his siblings | 0:52:29 | 0:52:34 | |
and fostered by the wealthy John and Frances Allan. | 0:52:34 | 0:52:37 | |
Frances Allan is one of the society ladies who had cared for Eliza Poe in her last days. | 0:52:39 | 0:52:45 | |
Edgar grows to love his foster mother, | 0:52:45 | 0:52:47 | |
but John Allan never officially adopts him, insisting that he keep the name Poe. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:54 | |
Poe sort of had a chip on his shoulder. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
Other kids looked down upon him, | 0:52:58 | 0:52:59 | |
they mocked him because he was an orphan and because he was the son of an actress, | 0:52:59 | 0:53:03 | |
which was not much better than being the son of a prostitute. So Poe had to work extra hard. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:07 | |
He went all out to prove that he was better than everyone around him. | 0:53:07 | 0:53:10 | |
When there was a big competition, he was 15 years old, and the students in his academy | 0:53:10 | 0:53:16 | |
set out to see who could swim the farthest in the James River. | 0:53:16 | 0:53:19 | |
He outlasted them all, he went six miles against the tidal currents. | 0:53:19 | 0:53:22 | |
So Poe always wanted to place himself at the top of the class, | 0:53:22 | 0:53:26 | |
do best in his studies, be the best athlete. | 0:53:26 | 0:53:28 | |
He represented his academy in boxing and track, but he also developed a bit of a temper and a hostility | 0:53:28 | 0:53:35 | |
to people who were looking down upon him, | 0:53:35 | 0:53:37 | |
and there are descriptions of him getting into fights with other children. | 0:53:37 | 0:53:41 | |
But as an adult, he sort of defiantly said that "no earl was ever more proud of his earldom | 0:53:41 | 0:53:45 | |
-"than I was to be the son of an actress." And he attributed his talents to her. | 0:53:45 | 0:53:49 | |
To my mother, because I feel that, in the heavens above, the angels, | 0:53:50 | 0:53:55 | |
whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, | 0:53:55 | 0:53:59 | |
none so devotional as that of Mother. | 0:53:59 | 0:54:04 | |
All his adult life, wherever Poe goes, | 0:54:04 | 0:54:07 | |
to each new town or city, the first thing he does is visit the library. | 0:54:07 | 0:54:12 | |
He's searching for any articles or reviews that mention his mother. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:17 | |
One of the theories about Poe's recurring motif | 0:54:19 | 0:54:22 | |
of the beautiful young woman dying, | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
is that his mother died so early in his life that he never really understood that she was dead, | 0:54:24 | 0:54:31 | |
that he never got past that death. That he always had that feeling that she would come back to him. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:36 | |
Poe writes quite a lot about reanimation and the idea of reanimation. | 0:54:39 | 0:54:43 | |
And I think that perhaps on some level it is because he saw his mother die so often on stage. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:48 | |
She was always playing Juliet and Ophelia, | 0:54:48 | 0:54:51 | |
and to a child who is not even three years old, | 0:54:51 | 0:54:54 | |
the idea that she can be dead and then she will come back again | 0:54:54 | 0:54:57 | |
and then she can die again, it must have made it very difficult | 0:54:57 | 0:55:01 | |
to understand that she was never coming back. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:03 | |
His mother is the most powerful inspiration possible for Poe. It's the inciting incident, | 0:55:08 | 0:55:13 | |
the death he fears, after which all great stories can start. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:16 | |
But nothing in Poe stays dead for long. He yearns for his mother to haunt him. | 0:55:16 | 0:55:22 | |
Throughout his life, Poe searches for women to fill the void his mother left, | 0:55:24 | 0:55:28 | |
and in his work he reanimates elements of the mother he never knew, | 0:55:28 | 0:55:33 | |
bringing her back from the dead again and again. | 0:55:33 | 0:55:37 | |
She who had been dead once again stirred, | 0:55:39 | 0:55:42 | |
and, save that the eyelids were yet pressed heavily together, | 0:55:42 | 0:55:46 | |
and that the bandages and draperies of the grave | 0:55:46 | 0:55:49 | |
still imparted their charnel character to the figure, | 0:55:49 | 0:55:53 | |
I might have dreamed that she had indeed shaken off, utterly, | 0:55:53 | 0:55:57 | |
the fetters of death. | 0:55:57 | 0:56:00 | |
I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
By a cry, at first muffled and broken, | 0:56:06 | 0:56:11 | |
like the sobbing of a child, | 0:56:11 | 0:56:13 | |
and then swiftly rising into one long, loud, and continuous scream, | 0:56:13 | 0:56:17 | |
utterly anomalous and inhuman. | 0:56:17 | 0:56:22 | |
Many people were orphaned at a young age in the 19th century. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:29 | |
What happened to Poe is not unique. | 0:56:29 | 0:56:32 | |
What is unique is how Poe channelled his experience. | 0:56:32 | 0:56:36 | |
The death of a beautiful woman was his greatest fear | 0:56:37 | 0:56:40 | |
and one he knew was shared by a lot of people at the time. | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
And if you're writing about the things that haunt you, | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
then those are the things that are going to be genuinely haunting to a reader. | 0:56:46 | 0:56:50 | |
Poe was terrified of losing the women close to him. | 0:56:50 | 0:56:53 | |
It was a cataclysmic grief he lived through time and time again, | 0:56:53 | 0:56:57 | |
but his artistry and skill is in writing about those terrors | 0:56:57 | 0:57:00 | |
so resonantly that we still feel them when we read his work today. | 0:57:00 | 0:57:05 | |
And then, then all is mystery and terror, | 0:57:07 | 0:57:11 | |
and a tale which should not be told. Disease. | 0:57:11 | 0:57:15 | |
A fatal disease, fell like the simoon upon her frame, | 0:57:15 | 0:57:18 | |
and even while I gazed upon her the spirit of change swept over her, | 0:57:18 | 0:57:24 | |
pervading her mind, her habits and her character, | 0:57:24 | 0:57:27 | |
and, in a manner the most subtle and terrible, | 0:57:27 | 0:57:31 | |
disturbing even the identity of her person! | 0:57:31 | 0:57:34 | |
Alas! | 0:57:34 | 0:57:36 | |
The destroyer came and went, and the victim... | 0:57:36 | 0:57:39 | |
Where was she? I knew her not. | 0:57:39 | 0:57:43 | |
Or knew her no longer as Berenice! | 0:57:43 | 0:57:47 | |
My love, she sleeps | 0:57:49 | 0:57:52 | |
Oh, may her sleep, as it is lasting, so be deep | 0:57:52 | 0:57:56 | |
Soft may the worms about her creep | 0:57:56 | 0:58:00 | |
Some tomb from out whose sounding door | 0:58:01 | 0:58:03 | |
She ne'er shall force an echo more, | 0:58:03 | 0:58:06 | |
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin | 0:58:06 | 0:58:08 | |
It was the dead who groaned within. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:11 | |
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