But we loved with a love that was more than love: Remembering the Poes

Edgar Allan Poe and Virginia Eliza Poe ( Originals at Wikipedia: 1, 2)
In the week of the writer’s 209th birthday, let’s take a look at the relationship that influenced his greatest poems.
Confession time: I am an absolute sucker for learning about the private lives of geniuses. Be it literary, artistic or musical, I love to know what happened behind closed doors and how the people that surrounded them dealt with the ups and downs of having said geniuses as their loved ones.
(Spoilers: It generally involves a lot of patience and a rather unhealthy dose of tragedy.)
So, since this weel it’s Edgar Allan Poe’s 209th birthday, my first idea was a tribute via my favourite poem of his, Annabel Lee (Which you can listen to here)
And being the nerd that I am, I started researching on the inspiration for such a lovely poem, and found the story of Poe’s marriage to his cousin, Virginia Eliza Clemm.
And of course, since truth is stranger than fiction, I did stumble upon a story as tragic and strange as Poe’s stories.
It begins on 1829, four months after Poe is discharged from the army. He is 20 and Virginia is 7, and they meet in her family home in Virginia. It’s not until 1833, though, that Poe goes to live with the Clemms, who were scraping by thanks to a pension that Virginia’s grandmother had gotten due to her paralysis. During that time, Virginia acts as a go-between between Edgar and Mary Devereaux, a neighbour he was smitten with, bringing tokens of love from one and the other. (Among them, a lock of hair from Mary to Edgar.)
Virginia’s grandmother dies in 1835, the family loses the pension, and Edgar moves to Baltimore. There are rumours that he intends to marry Virginia, and Neilson, the husband of Virginia’s half-sister Josephine, steps forward to prevent it. This causes Edgar to declare him his enemy and to write to Mary, Virginia’s mother, offering to provide financially for the family (he had recently been hired by the Southern Literary Messenger), and asking her to let Virginia decide for herself.
They get married, first in a quiet ceremony in 1835, and then in a public one in 1836. Even though Virginia was 13, her age was listed in the register as 21.
There’s a great amount of speculation of whether the marriage was consummated or not, due to the age difference and the fact that Edgar nicknamed Virginia “Sissy” or “Sis”. Some say, taking also the poem Annabel Lee  as proof, that Virginia died a virgin, but others, including Poe’s friends, say that the marriage was consummated a few years later.
Whether it was consummated or not, it appears to have been a very loving marriage, and Virginia a very supporting wife,keeping all his things in order, sitting near him while he wrote, and treating nearly to the point of idolization. She wrote him an acrostic poem on St Valentine’s of 1846:
Ever with thee I wish to roam —

Dearest my life is thine.
Give me a cottage for my home
And a rich old cypress vine,
Removed from the world with its sin and care
And the tattling of many tongues.
Love alone shall guide us when we are there —
Love shall heal my weakened lungs;
And Oh, the tranquil hours we’ll spend,
Never wishing that others may see!
Perfect ease we’ll enjoy, without thinking to lend
Ourselves to the world and its glee —
Ever peaceful and blissful we’ll be

The verse regarding the “tattling of many tongues” apparently refers to a scandal that took part between Edgar and the poetesses Frances Sargent Osgood and Elizabeth F. Ellet. Apparently it sums up in Edgar having a good friendship with Osgood that included the exchange of romantic poems. This friendship was encouraged by Virginia herself, thinking it helped Edgar. Then Ellet appears in scene, having this massive crush on Poe and being a sort of obsessive stalker, she starts to mingle and meddle, going as far as send anonymous threatening letters to Virginia. 
Virginia, who by that time was already in the early stages of consumption, would pretty much say that Ellet was the one to kill her. Truth is, her condition developed fairly quickly and soon she was bound to bed. This made the family move several times, in the hope of finding a place with better weather which helped her to improve.
They finally stayed in Fordham in 1846, but by November, Virginia’s condition showed no sings at all of improvement. Edgar had also lost the magazine he owned, the Broadway Journal. So their situation was very difficult to say the least, but both friends and enemies from all over the country showed them their support.
In January 1847, as she was dying, Virginia’s last thoughts where for Edgar. She asked all their friends present there to take care of him, even going so far to asking her mother: : “Darling… will you console and take care of my poor Eddy—you will never never leave him?”
Virginia died on January 30th, leaving Edgar deeply saddened. He would visit her grave regularly and even though he tried to court other women, in the words of Frances Sargent Osgood: “that she (Virginia) was the only woman he ever loved.”
 
As a curiosity and last note, Spanish Rock Band Radio Futura has a really beautiful musical rendition of the poem Annabel Lee. Here it is, hope you enjoy it:

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