Edgar Allan Porter

Halloween deserves masterly scares—yep, even on a beer blog—and Edgar Allan Poe has a roster of horror classics that could make Angus Scrimm soil his slacks. But which tale of terror is Poe’s masterpiece? Is it The Raven, whose wings continue to reach such frightening heights? Or does the answer lie within the house of Usher’s living walls? No! His greatest achievement (by far!) lurks in the short passage I’ve pasted (in blood? muhaha!) below:

Lines on Ale (1848)
Fill with mingled cream and amber
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain—
Quaintest thoughts—queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.

‘Tis a more stirring dedication than anything I’ve ever scribbled on a taproom napkin. Well done, Mr. Poe. Your poem has inspired me to drain my glass again. (The glass, by the way, contains Rogue Mocha Porter.)

4 Responses to “Edgar Allan Porter”
  1. Ben says:

    i haven’t been able to like a rogue beer yet. i guess i’ll try to give them another spin when i hit up this fantastic beer n burger place down the way in a few weeks.

  2. Scott says:

    Their beers do have a somewhat distinct taste, so if you dislike one, you might dislike all of them. Maybe they’ll grow on you.

  3. Shawn says:

    outstanding poem. I love Poe.

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