Posts Tagged ‘poe’

15
Oct

James Whitcomb Riley

   Posted by: Reely    in American, Literature

How clearly I can still remember being able to recite Little Orphant Annie, by James Whitcomb Riley, when I was just a wee sprite of 5. My mom just thought that was the cat’s meow and whenever she had a friend over, she’d trot me out and have me say the first verse. She must have liked this poem, because I could recite other ones, like Robert Louis Stevenson’s, My Shadow, but it was always Orphant Annie (until I was older and she found out I knew the words to Dominique!).

Before he became the beloved “Children’s Poet,” James Whitcomb Riley perpetrated a hoax that cost him his job. He wrote a poem entitled Leonanie, in the style of Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, Ulalume. Riley believed that the poem mattered little if one already had an established reputation. He enlisted the help of his friend, John Henderson, the editor of the Kokomo Dispatch. Henderson fabricated a tale on how the poem came to be found and Leonainie was published on August 3, 1877, almost 28 years after Mr. Poe had left this vale of tears.

Upon exposure, a suitable period of disgrace ensued, then forgiveness, then acceptance. James Whitcomb Riley made a very respectable living from writing and public appearances. Remarkably, or perhaps typically, some people continued to believe that the poem had been written by Poe.

Here is another poem I like by James Whitcomb Riley:

FAITH

The sea was breaking at my feet,
And looking out across the tide,
Where placid waves and heaven meet,
I thought me of the Other Side.

For on the beach on which I stood
Were wastes of sands, and wash, and roar,
Low clouds, and gloom, and solitude,
And wrecks, and ruins — nothing more. ”

O, tell me if beyond the sea
A heavenly port there is !” I cried,
And back the echoes laughingly ”
There is ! there is !” replied.

More Resources:
Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley in 10 Volumes (Google Books)
Leonainie - Museum of Hoaxes
James Whitcomb Riley Recordings - 17 recordings by the poet - Indiana Marion County Public Library

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22
Apr

Sarah Helen Whitman

   Posted by: Reely    in Literature

Sarah Helen Whitman, as you may know, was engaged to marry Edgar Allan Poe in the year before he died. I’m not going to go into her biographical information. You can find that out readily enough on Wikipedia, and there is also a link on our poem page, The Portrait, to a more in-depth account of the courtship, engagement and break-up of the unreliable Mr. Poe and the ether-sniffing Mrs. Whitman. It was a very short-lived engagement and in the following year — the year he died — Poe was even romancing another woman.

Sarah Helen Whitman wrote The Portrait to Edgar Allen Poe many years after his death. During those years, she often defended him against criticism and slander.

Wouldn’t it be all so romantic and tidy to say that after his death, Mrs. Whitman deeply regretted not marrying him? Maybe, but I get the feeling she simply felt he deserved better posthumous treatment than he was getting. Whether you like the poem or not, I hope you agree that her last stanza proved prophetic indeed:
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1
May

Gaily bedight

   Posted by: Reely    in American

When I think of the poem El Dorado, I always get a mental picture of Edgar Allan Poe saying “what rhymes with knight?” and then he finds the word “bedight” and hollers “Eureka.” Then he says, hey, that’s a good title and saves up “Eureka” for later use.

Maybe he thought it was weird that the Spanish explorers were always “dressed to the nines” while conducting their explorations. Don’t think he didn’t know that expression since it appears in one of Robert Burns’ works - The Poem on Pastoral Poetry:

“Thou paints auld Nature to the nines,
In thy sweet Caledonian lines; …”

Our gallant knight isn’t just “gaily bedight” when he sets out. He is gaily bedight “in sunshine and in shadow.” I have always pictured him alone, though most of the searches for the fabled South American City of Gold were actually expeditions.

The legend of El Dorado actually grew from several stories. One involves “el indio dorado,” (the Golden Indian). This is a tale about Diego de Ordaz’s lieutenant Martinez, who was rescued from a shipwreck, and taken from town to town. Supposedly, he was entertained by a Golden Indian. However, Prussian naturalist and explorer, Alexander von Humboldt notes in his book, Travels to the Equinoctial Regions of America, that he believes this fable was based loosely upon the adventures of Juan Martin de Albujar, who “fell into the hands of the Caribs of the Lower Orinoco. This Albujar married an Indian woman and became a savage himself.”

Conquistador Gonzalo Jiménez de Quesada (it is believed that Miguel de Cervantes modeled Don Quixotes after him) searched for El Dorado, but instead found the Muisca, one of the most advanced pre-Colombian civilizations. The invading Spaniards took gold and emeralds galore and stole the golden ornaments from the temple at Sogamoso. Then they burned down the temple. On August 6, 1538, the Muisca village of Bacatá was renamed Santa Fé de Bogotá.

Later in 1541, Gonzalo Pizarro who was the governor of Quito, as well as half brother of Francisco Pizarro, teamed up with Francisco de Orellana to set out in search of El Dorado. Pizarro quit the disastrous expedition. Orellana ended up being the first to travel and explore the entire length of the Amazon River.

Sir Walter Raleigh (who was pretty gaily bedight himself) resumed the search in 1595 and upon his return to England, published a book describing El Dorado as a city on Lake Parima far up the Orinoco in Guiana (modern-day Venezuela). This city was marked on English and other maps until its existence was disproved by Alexander von Humboldt.

Perhaps Poe was reading von Humboldt when he conceived the idea for El Dorado. Perhaps Poe even met von Humboldt during the period of time that he stayed with French author Alexandre Dumas in Paris, although that Poe ever even stayed in Paris is disputed. What can’t be disputed is that Poe dedicated his last great work, Eureka: A Prose Poem, to Alexander von Humboldt.

Our Poe pages so far
El Dorado
A Dream Within a Dream
The Bells
Annabel Lee

More links:
The Purloined Life of Edgar Allan Poe

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