书名：The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe 爱伦坡诗歌全集
作者：Edgar Allan Poe
出版社名称：Signet Classics
出版时间：2008
语种：英文
ISBN：9780451531056
商品尺寸：10.8 x 1 x 17.5 cm
包装：简装
页数：144

埃德加·爱伦·坡（Edgar Allan Poe）被世人尊为侦探小说的鼻祖、科幻小说的先驱和恐怖小说大师，但他的文学生涯却是始于诗歌并终于诗歌，而且他也首先把自己视为一名诗人。
爱伦坡的作品形式精美，辞藻华美，音韵优美，对他来说，写诗本身不是一种目的，而是表现一股强烈感情，表现美的节奏。
The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe《爱伦坡诗歌全集》收录了爱伦·坡的主要诗歌作品，包含To Helen《致海伦》、Annabel Lee《安娜贝尔·丽》、The Bells《钟声》、The Raven《乌鸦》等名篇。
本书为Signet Classics推出的英文原版，由美国作家 Jay Parini 作序，April Bernard作后记。

Explore the transcendent world of unity and ultimate beauty in Edgar Allan Poe’s verse in this complete collection.
Although best known for his short stories, Edgar Allan Poe was by nature and choice a poet. From his exquisite lyric “To Helen,” to his immortal masterpieces, “Annabel Lee,” “The Bells,” and “The Raven,” Poe stands beside the celebrated English romantic poets Shelley, Byron, and Keats, and his haunting, sensuous poetic vision profoundly influenced the Victorian giants Swinburne, Tennyson, and Rossetti.
Today his dark side speaks eloquently to contemporary readers in poems such as “The Haunted Palace” and “The Conqueror Worm,” with their powerful images of madness and the macabre. But even at the end of his life, Poe reached out to his art for comfort and courage, giving us in “Eldorado” a talisman to hold during our darkest moments—a timeless gift from a great American writer.
Includes an Introduction by Jay Parini and an Afterword by April Bernard

A classic collection
From the exquisite lyric “To Helen,” to the immortal masterpieces “Annabel Lee,” “The Bells,” and “The Raven,” The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe demonstrates the author’s gift for the form.

埃德加·爱伦·坡（Edgar Allan Poe）（1809～1849），十九世纪美国诗人、小说家和文学评论家，美国浪漫主义思潮时期的重要成员。在世时长期担任报刊编辑工作。其作品形式精致、语言优美、内容多样，在任何时代都是“独一无二”的风格。
坡以神秘故事和恐怖小说闻名于世，他是美国短篇故事的先驱者之一，又被尊为推理小说的开山鼻祖，进而也被誉为后世科幻小说的始祖。他是首个尝试完全依赖写作谋生的知名美国作家，从而导致贫困潦倒。
Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston in 1809, but was orphaned in 1811 and went to live with a foster family in Virginia. The relationship was conflicted, and the Allans withdrew their financial support after Poe had completed only one semester at the University of Virginia. He enlisted in the Army, then enrolled briefly in West Point, meanwhile publishing three volumes of poetry: Tamerlane (1827), Al Aaraaf (1829), and Poems (1831). From 1831 to 1835, he lived in Baltimore with his aunt, where despite his increasing literary success, he began a lifelong struggle with poverty and addiction to alcohol. In May 1836, he married his first cousin, Virginia Clemm, a child of thirteen. In April 1844, he moved his family to New York, and in January of the following year, his literary fortunes turned when his poem “The Raven” appeared in the New York Evening News. Overnight, he became the most talked-about man of letters in America. Early in 1847 his wife died of tuberculosis and he sank further into alcoholism. On October 3, 1849 he was found wandering the streets of Baltimore, delirious, and died four days later from an unknown cause.

Tamerlane
Song
Dreams
Spirits of the Dead
Evening Star
A Dream Within A Dream
Stanzas
A Dream
The Happiest Day, the Happy Hour
The Lake——to——
Sonnet——To Science
Al Aaraaf
Romance
To ——
To The River ——
To ——
Fairy-Land
Alone
To Helen
Israfel
The City in the Sea
The Sleeper
Lenore
The Valley of Unrest
The Coliseum
To One in Paradise
Hymn
To F——
To F——s S. O——d
Bridal Ballad
Sonnet——To Zante
The Haunted Palace
Sonnet——Silence
The Conqueror Worm
Dream-Land
The Raven
Eulalie—— A Song
A Valentine
To M. L. S——
Ulalume—— A Ballad
An Enigma
To Helen
Eldorado
For Annie
To My Mother
Annabel Lee
The Bells

AloneFrom childhoods hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.