Poem Related to Tell Tale Heart

Hello,

I am trying to find a poem that is related to Poe's Tell Tale Heart. It can be related in theme, character, tone, or any other element of literature.

~Thanks

I recommend looking into The Cask of Amontillado and The Black Cat, also by Poe.
These short stories are all written from the perspective of a murderer.
These stories all have similar theme and narrators. The tones are also very similar. In The Black Cat the narrator seems to have a similar guilt to the narrator in The Tell Tale Heart. In The Cask of Amontillado, the narrator has very little guilt over his murder. Insanity is also a consistent theme in The Black Cat. Poe uses an “unreliable narrator” in all of these short stories. The Narrator claims that he is sane, but this is questionable.

Good Luck!

I specifically need a Poem. The Cask of Amontillado and The Black Cat by Poe, i believe are not poems.

Anyways, can I compare The Raven by Poe with Tell Tale Heart? If so, how should i organize the similarities?

ah, don't ask me, this story "tell tale heart" ..
I love it, but hate it.. every night I had a nightmare ..
that I'll get killed and burried under the wood of my own house ....
and I don't think I ever read a poem that has the theme.. and I don't wish to!

good luck with your searching.

can anyone please help me?

If no one knows a poem that relates to Tell Tale Heart, then can someone explain to me how The Raven by Poe relates to Tell Tale Heart?

I'm not sure if I can think of a poem by poe that relates to a tell tale heart. You might want to try Spirits of the Dead but it's a long shot

The poem does not have to be written by Poe. It can be ANY Poem relating to Tell Tale Heart

Here is a poem with similar themes to the Tell Tale Heart. Both are told by a first person unreliable narrator. An obsession of the hated individual is seen in both writings. Both are about a secret revealed by guilt, and they both have the same moral. Repetition and watchfulness is consistent. Hatred for not completely defined reason is consistent in both writings. Partial or complete madness could be argued from evidence provided in each writing.

I Can Stand Him no Longer- Raphael Dumas

I see this man day after day,
Every morning or evening soiree.
His manner imprisons me like a ball and chain,
Shatters my sanity, and rives me insane.
I shake his hand out of cordial propensity,
But watch his manners with tormented intensity.
Seeing him daily is hard to bear,
Yet all I can do is sit and stare.
Surely the vice is his not mine,
If I ignore him I’ll be just fine.
Yet I continue to see him, much to my dismay,
Why, for what reason am I unable to look away?
When I’m alone I fear we will meet,
In a crowded dining hall, or an empty street.
Although in public I am rarely taciturn,
For some reason, this man, I can’t help but spurn.
Once again I cross paths with this scourge,
This hatred for him I would like to purge.
But how can I, without losing respect?
The community will hate me, or at least that’s what I expect.
No! I must! It is time to take a stand.
I can’t. I won’t do it the others will not understand.
But what if the others already know,
How much I hate this man and loathe him so?
My secret is probably not covert,
In light of my mannerisms it must be overt.
All right! That’s it! I can take no more.
Enough complaisance towards the man I abhor!
I’m sure you all know of my secret, hidden.
Is it a crime to hate some one, is it forbidden?
Suddenly I was pierced by a thousand eyes,
To all of them it was a great surprise.
How could it be that they did not know,
How the fires of hate made me glow?
Through my guilt, my secret would not remain concealed,
A heavy conscience will always make what’s hidden revealed.

thanks dmoretta. If there are any more similar poems please post them.

Hello.

If you consider that guilt is the subject of the tale of Poe, I think that you could look for in the first book of the Divine Comedy: the Inferno. It is sure that in the poem of Dante you will be able to find a lot of verse lines related to this subject.

I'm very interested in both Poe and the Divine Comedy so If you want to comment some thing more personally you can write me. My e-mail is: [email protected].

I'm also trying to carry out a blog about literary subjects. Although I'm beguinning it, maybe it can be useful to you. The web site of the blog is: http://lasciateognesperanza.blogspot.com/.

Best wishes and good luck from Barcelona (Catalonia)!

Joan Carles

I felt that Edgar Allan Poe's The Conqueror Worm had a similar tone and ending...

LO ! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo !

That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot !
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude !
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes ! - it writhes ! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out - out are the lights - out all !
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels,all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

my tell tale heart poem

I see this man day after day,
Every morning or evening soiree.
His manner imprisons me like a ball and chain,
Shatters my sanity, and rives me insane.
I shake his hand out of cordial propensity,
But watch his manners with tormented intensity.
Seeing him daily is hard to bear,
Yet all I can do is sit and stare.
Surely the vice is his not mine,
If I ignore him I’ll be just fine.
Yet I continue to see him, much to my dismay,
Why, for what reason am I unable to look away?
When I’m alone I fear we will meet,
In a crowded dining hall, or an empty street.
Although in public I am rarely taciturn,
For some reason, this man, I can’t help but spurn.
Once again I cross paths with this scourge,
This hatred for him I would like to purge.
But how can I, without losing respect?
The community will hate me, or at least that’s what I expect.
No! I must! It is time to take a stand.
I can’t. I won’t do it the others will not understand.
But what if the others already know,
How much I hate this man and loathe him so?
My secret is probably not covert,
In light of my mannerisms it must be overt.