Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe by Alberto Martini *
via MONSTER BRAINS
Illustration for E. A. Poe [close up;] by Harry Clarke *
from 50 Watts [former AJRMS, do update your RSS feed everybody;]
more illustrated Poe here
The Conqueror Worm c. 1900 by František Kupka *
illustration for E.A.Poe ‘s poem
[an old fave ]
this time from feuilleton
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold —
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
And wingèd panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals —
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone —
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
photo by me, 2007 [Novo Groblje,Beograd]
Vignettes from Tales of Mystery and Imagination
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Harry Clarke * 1919
via grandmasgraphics
Fascinating illustration by Alberto Martini
[Beginning in July 1905, he produced 132 ink illustrations, which were described as “macabre”, for the stories of Edgar Allan Poe which he worked on until 1909]
via History of Art
[thanks to frenchtwist for re/discovering the artist]
frenchtwist:La Chute de la maison Usher, 1928
[American version here]
liquidnight:“What boots it to tell of the long, long hours of horror more than mortal, during which I counted the rushing oscillations of the steel! Inch by inch—line by line—with a descent only appreciable at intervals that seemed ages—down and still down it came! Days passed—it might have been that many days passed—ere it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath. The odor of sharp steel forced itself into my nostrils. I prayed—I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy descent. I grew frantically mad, and struggled to force myself upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble.”
—Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum
From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech
interesting modern illustration for Mask of The Red Death
by 0marchhare0
The Mask of the Red Death by E.A.Poe
illustrated by Harry Clarke, 1919.
in Tales of Mystery and Imagination,1923
“I Would Call Aloud Upon Her Name”
E.A.Poe’s Ligeia illustrated by Harry Clarke
old fave from A Journey Round My Skull
AND the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Joseph Glanvill.
from E.A.Poe’s Ligeia
Cover via adski_kafeteri
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