Edgar Allan Poe Cottage

The Edgar Allan Poe Cottage (or Poe Cottage) is the former home of American writer Edgar Allan Poe. It is located on Kingsbridge Road and the Grand Concourse in the The Bronx, New York, a short distance from its original location, and is now in the northern part of Poe Park.

The cottage is a part of the Historic House Trust, listed on the National Register of Historic Places, has been administered by the Bronx County Historical Society since 1975, and is believed to have been built in 1797.

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Edgar Allan Poe Cottage - History - Recent History
... In 1962, Poe's Cottage was designated a landmark in The Bronx, and in 1966 it was recognized by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission In 1974, vandals struck again ... In the late 1990s, the cottage was under the care of a graduate student in philology who lived in the basement ... In 2007, the proposed Visitors Center for the Cottage and Bronx Historical Society in Poe Park was honored by the New York City Art Commission's 2007 Design Awards ...
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... written for the Bad or HIStory album "The Nightmare of Edgar Allan Poe" Jackson, MichaelMichael Jackson Afanasieff, WalterWalter Afanasieff Written c. 2000 Had been scheduled to feature in the shelved independently financed film The Nightmare of Edgar Allan Poe, which Jackson was slated to appear in Also ...

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