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part of the masterpiece Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee is the last complete poem composed by American author Edgar Allan Poe. Like many of Poe’s poems, it explores the theme of the death of a beautiful woman. Though many women have been suggested, Poe’s wife Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe is one of the more credible candidates. Written in 1849, it was not published until shortly after Poe’s death that same year. 

The 1849 fair copy of the poem “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe from the Columbia University Rare Book and Manuscript Library, New York. A bequest of Mrs. Alexander McMillen Welch. 

Eliza Poe died on Sunday morning, December 8, 1811, at the age of twenty-four, surrounded by her children. It is generally assumed that she died of tuberculosis. She is buried at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Richmond. Though her actual burying place is unknown, a memorial marks the general area.

After her death, her three children were split up. William Henry Leonard Poe lived with his paternal grandparents in Baltimore, Edgar Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan in Richmond, and Rosalie Poe was adopted by William and Jane Scott Mackenzie in Richmond.

(Photo: Memorial marker for Eliza Arnold Poe in Richmond, Virginia.)

an-animal-imagined-by-poe replied to your post:I’m perennially uncertain what is and isn’t okay…

(cont’d) far enough away from mine that it doesn’t really help.

an-animal-imagined-by-poe replied to your post:I’m perennially uncertain what is and isn’t okay…

In some ways I wish I had something like that, but I also can see how it would make things harder. I’m pretty sure my grandfather is autistic, but my mom has a weird relationship with him /because/ of that, and she does have some brain stuff but it’s

That makes sense, yes. 

It’s definitely hard, but in a different way than having a mostly-NT family would be. Family reunions tend to be a complete mess, but it’s not like people say “Why can’t you just be normal?” or similar pretend-you’re-not-different stock phrases.

The real problem is that it’s scary, because I don’t want to end up like my cousins or my aunts and uncles, I have plans for my life, but so did they, and I’m scared for my younger cousins that they’ll end up like me. Also, my mom has a tendency towards guilt about having the temerity to reproduce when her gene pool is such a mess, which is never fun. 

an-animal-imagined-by-poe replied to your post:I’m perennially uncertain what is and isn’t okay…

I am always okay with people reblogging my posts unless I specifically say not to or it’s a personal post under a readmore. And I really like hearing about other people’s experiences.

Okay, thank you. It’s hard to know what is okay to comment on and what isn’t.