Today I'm using my last use-it-or-lose-it vacation day to spend more time in the ancient world. (I actually have no benefits. My few paid days-off are a "gift" from my supervisor. Mighty white of her.)
So on this rare Sunday off, I finally had the opportunity to visit the Poe Cottage in the Bronx. I documented my many attempts at this literary pilgrimage in this post. Today, I only had to take the subway.
The Poe Cottage was the last home of Edgar Allan Poe, his wife Virginia and her mother Maria Clemm. It's a tiny farm cottage now standing at the intersection of two major Bronx thoroughfares. The incongruity alone makes it worth seeing.
Poe had such a sad life. He was hugely talented, misunderstood, and poor (not just struggling, but impoverished). His literary criticism earned him many enemies and few friends. While he lived in the village of Fordham (now a section of the Bronx), he wrote one of my favorite works of his, Annabel Lee.
It was many and many a year ago,The Historic House Trust of New York City does an excellent job of maintaining the city's oldest buildings. If you enjoy trying to get in touch with history as I do, any of them are worth visiting. I see by their website that, with today's trip, I've been to all the Manhattan locations.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee...