Tonight i want to write about ''The Raven'' by Poe.
It is 03:07 by Portuguese hour now and accompanied by some good music,I immersed so much into the poem and it really touched on my senses...
Poe makes references to classical elements which is noteworthy. But i will skip to the part that wounded my heart is the part it says;
^^Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ^^
and when i thought about this that it was only the'' Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door '' just a bird , or a beast.. just a bird and nothing. How dramatic a scene Poe exhibits at this point which makes my blood run cold ! and further as I go on, `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
So what? You really have to be swimming in the deep darknesses of the endless and hopeless state of mind that you sit and find your own self expecting to make good deductions from the existing of a bird and then it comes before your eyes to make your soul get closer towards to that string that you tend to hold but what it says is so desperate..Nevermore!
''Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken'' Putting my feet into Poe's shoes, I would also be at a sort of a loss and probably be surprised much and find myself enough into the broken pieces of the heart, I need not much to say about his emotional state, as being bawffled by a simple 'nevermore' and knowing not what it means by it, Poe is really sad,curiosity is arisen as he wonders what it means. He might have frightened in this point that the croaking is reply for his hidden expectation in his mind. You never wait anything for nothing. Thus the given answer is automatically matched by his hopes though not known what it is yet.
Then he talks about a she. Ah ! of course, the bird meant for her..However, at this moment, he feels the blood pressure going up in his bosom (as he remembers her ) then he feels a sudden frustration in return for this raven's confusing treatment..then he doubts whether it was an evil sent by God or a bird to flatter his soul.The bird wounds him again because he remembers Lenore ! Lenore !
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
It is 03:07 by Portuguese hour now and accompanied by some good music,I immersed so much into the poem and it really touched on my senses...
Poe makes references to classical elements which is noteworthy. But i will skip to the part that wounded my heart is the part it says;
^^Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ^^
and when i thought about this that it was only the'' Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door '' just a bird , or a beast.. just a bird and nothing. How dramatic a scene Poe exhibits at this point which makes my blood run cold ! and further as I go on, `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
So what? You really have to be swimming in the deep darknesses of the endless and hopeless state of mind that you sit and find your own self expecting to make good deductions from the existing of a bird and then it comes before your eyes to make your soul get closer towards to that string that you tend to hold but what it says is so desperate..Nevermore!
''Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken'' Putting my feet into Poe's shoes, I would also be at a sort of a loss and probably be surprised much and find myself enough into the broken pieces of the heart, I need not much to say about his emotional state, as being bawffled by a simple 'nevermore' and knowing not what it means by it, Poe is really sad,curiosity is arisen as he wonders what it means. He might have frightened in this point that the croaking is reply for his hidden expectation in his mind. You never wait anything for nothing. Thus the given answer is automatically matched by his hopes though not known what it is yet.
Then he talks about a she. Ah ! of course, the bird meant for her..However, at this moment, he feels the blood pressure going up in his bosom (as he remembers her ) then he feels a sudden frustration in return for this raven's confusing treatment..then he doubts whether it was an evil sent by God or a bird to flatter his soul.The bird wounds him again because he remembers Lenore ! Lenore !
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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