T. S. Eliot made me realize i’m not stupid - the fact that i love how Poe’s poems are written but don’t understand all of them (for example “The Raven”) is not because i’m dumb, but because Poe spent too much time searching for the perfect, most beautiful words, which resulted in the whole thing losing a lot of its meaning (for example he used both “stately” and “ungainly” to describe the bird, even though they’re almost antonyms).

that being said, i still love Poe. i love how mysterious he is, both in his poems and his tales.