{"id":944,"date":"2008-06-06T19:04:25","date_gmt":"2008-06-06T19:04:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.georgethomasclark.com\/?p=944"},"modified":"2010-06-11T19:04:45","modified_gmt":"2010-06-11T19:04:45","slug":"henry-poe-%e2%80%93-part-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/georgethomasclark.com\/henry-poe-%e2%80%93-part-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Henry Poe \u2013 Part 6"},"content":{"rendered":"
Not critically but with pride I suggest that for his third book, Poems, <\/em>Edgar had copied some of my stanzas.\u00a0 I also concede I might have borrowed some of his.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t guarantee much in the spring of 1831.\u00a0 Once, I had appeared an impressive big brother, donning the uniform of a merchant marine and sailing to South America, Europe, and Asia, and later writing about those places for a doomed magazine.\u00a0 Now I was too sick to return to sea and at any rate no longer wanted to be cramped with men on long voyages.\u00a0 They forced me to drink, and I did so rather more than most, especially after tuberculosis attacked.\u00a0 For the first time since infancy, Edgar and I were living together, in Baltimore on the second floor of a small house with tall and stout Aunt Maria Clemm, her daughter Virginia, and our stroke-ravaged grandmother.\u00a0 Aunt Maria said drink was killing me just like it did her brother, who was Edgar\u2019s and my father.\u00a0 Edgar agreed.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t always sober, either, but felt righteous since he could walk.<\/p>\n I was assuredly relieved, and sensed others would be too, when I expired in August 1831.\u00a0 The funeral was held in Aunt Maria\u2019s house.\u00a0 A couple dozen people came.\u00a0 I wish they\u2019d visited when I was alive.\u00a0 In death my name was useful to Edgar.\u00a0 Later that year in letters to John Allan he claimed to have been jailed as a debtor, begged for eighty dollars, in a manner too abject to detail, and emphasized the debt was as much my responsibility as his.\u00a0 That isn\u2019t true.\u00a0 And though half the prisoners in Baltimore\u2019s jail were debtors, I doubt Edgar was one of them.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Not critically but with pride I suggest that for his third book, Poems, Edgar had copied some of my stanzas.\u00a0 I also concede I might have borrowed some of his.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t guarantee much in the spring of 1831.\u00a0 Once, I had appeared an impressive big brother, donning the uniform of a merchant marine and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[127,181,216,128,129],"tags":[],"acf":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"yoast_head":"\n