If you are asking "Does anyone like the literature of Edgar Allen Poe"? then yes,I like it very much and I taught it to my University students in China and they liked it too.

A nice thing is that most of his literary works consists of poems and short stories. I like Poe's work although I am not sure he is as great as people say. They are NOT easy English. They are mostly dark in tone--he would be considered a "horror writer" today. For stories, "The Cask of Amontillado," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Pit and the Pendulum." For poems, "The Raven," "Annabel Lee," and "The Bells." You MUST read the poems OUT LOUD. They are very lyrical and musical, and a lot of the charm is in the sound. They are all classic and long out of copyright, you can find them at no cost on the Internet just by searching. Start with "The Raven:" http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178713 Hear it read aloud here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXU3RfB7308

I think I've read a short text of him when I was in high school, but I don't remember anything at all. Would be nice if you can recommend me a book of this author and tell us why do you like it ;D

The English isn't too hard "wingéd seraphs of Heaven" means "angels." The accent over the "e" means it is pronounced as two syllables. "sepulchre" = a kind of tomb or grave--a fancy stone burial vault Read it ALOUD. Treat it almost as a song lyric. Here's one reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbEHScYu-wU And OF COURSE! it HAS been set to music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIGj3CZ3uPQ Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, 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— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.