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Classics Reimagined, Edgar Allan Poe

This volume from the Classics Reimagined series offers a fresh visual take on Edgar Allan Poe's most famous tales and poems, such as 'The Raven' and 'The Tell-Tale Heart.' The book pairs Poe's original, unaltered 19th-century text with modern artwork, aiming to introduce his dark, atmospheric storytelling to a new generation of readers through a combination of literary and visual art. The edition focuses on the aesthetic experience of the stories, emphasizing the mood and imagery that define Poe's work without altering the classic prose. more

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Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe

American author, poet, editor, and literary critic. Known for his short stories and poetry, particularly his works of horror and mystery. His most famous works include 'The Black Cat', 'The Raven', and 'Annabel Lee'. more

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“There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It’s the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?”

“I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from, The scent of these armpits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.”

“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!”

“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.”