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Posted by: Whidden

Late one night, while I was tired, I was reading an old book, and while I dozed off, almost to the nap stage, I heard this weird tapping.

It sounded like someone was knocking at the door. I thought it was simply a visitor.

It was back in December, nasty weather. The fire cast strange shadows on the floor. I suddenly wished it was the next day already.

I had been reading, in an attempt to stop my thoughts. To stop my broken heart for my lost love. Her name was Lenore.

She was a very wonderful beautiful woman whom heaven named, but she was no longer with us, as she was dead.

The curtains blew with a draft of air, and it scared the living hell out of me, all kinds of strange ideas and terrors came into my head. I kept repeating to myself that it is just some visitor at the door, nothing else.

I found some courage, stopped stalling, and said "You didn't knock loud enough, I'm sorry I didn't hear you the first time!" and then I opened the door.

But there was only the dark of night, no one was there.

I stood looking out in the dark of night, and all kinds of weird strange thoughts came to me, some unthinkable, but it was still quiet out there. I whispered "Lenore", the name of my dead lover, and a quiet echo murmured back "Lenore." But nothing more, it was quiet, nothing there.


So I went back into the room, I was really torn up about it, and I heard a tapping louder than the first one. It sounded like it was from my window.

I thought to investigate, but I told myself it was just the wind.

I opened the window quick like, and loudly a black bird, a Raven in fact, walked just outside. He was a neat looking bird, looked like he came out of the past, he was king like in appearance.

Now I have this dinger rock above the doorway, just an old rock in the shape of a phallic symbol over the door, actually it was meant to look like the Greek God of Wisdom, kind of like a yard art sculpture,

well the Raven flew up and perched on it. (I could see this from my window)

Now, this black bird made me smile, because it was just so serious looking. I said to it, "Though your head feathers look a little rough, you sir are no coward. Tell me, what is your name, you Bird of Hell?"


The Raven answered: "NO."


It shocked me that the bird could talk. Though the answer it gave had little meaning. It's answer meant nothing to me.

I think that no human being has ever had a bird fly above their door and tell them it's name as "NO."

But the bird just sat up there, on the dinger rock, and said only that one word.

So I says, "He will be gone tomorrow, as hope has left me before."

But the bird said "NO."

I was shocked that it had answered. Someone must have taught it to say "NO" over and over, it's all it can say I guessed. Some negative energy owner taught it to speak that.

But the Raven made me smile some more, so I sat in a chair and looked at it, up there on the dinger rock above my door and tried to figure out what in the world this bird meant when it said "NO" to me.

So, I sat thinking, I was speechless. The birds eyes seemed to pierce my soul. I kept thinking about what it could mean, and lay down in my chair, relaxing more and more.


As I sat there, the lamp threw it shadows on the floor, a floor that my sweet Lenore would never ever walk again.

It seemed the air grew thicker, and it seemed as though angels from heaven came and brought a kind perfume that made me forget Lenore, my lost love. I yelled aloud, "I drink this fully, I can finally forget my dead love!|"

"NO" answered the Raven.


"Prophet!" I yelled. "Speaker of the future, one who knows all, tell please, I live in agony for my lost love, I am in misery, is there any hope in religion or God, will I ever be healed of this horrible pain?

"NO", answered the Bird.

"Prophet" I yelled. "Tell me bird of the devil, is my sweet Lenore in heaven?"

"NO," answered the Bird.

"Leave" I screamed. "Go back to the hell from which you came. Leave now and don't even leave a feather to remind me of your silly lies!"

"NO," answered the Raven.


And the bird, he still sits there now. He never left. He sits up there on the dinger rock above my door. He looks like a sleeping demon up there. The lamplight casts his shadow down on the floor, a shadow that has my soul, and from which I will never escape.



-- THE END --

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Posted by: Whidden

THE RAVEN


by Edgar Allan Poe
(1845)



Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"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 name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in 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 lamplight 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!


-- THE END --

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Posted by: Whidden

My take on the poem, is that the dude is insane. His love died, he is alone with his thoughts. A bird shows up and all it can say is "NO", or "Nevermore" in the real poem.

At first he sees this is all it can say, but then he loses it and starts to ask it deep questions that he has about his lost love, is she is heaven, will he ever lose the pain of her loss?

Of course the answer is always "NO", but he keeps asking brutally painful questions to it, driving himself more and more mad with each answer.

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Posted by: Whidden

obeisance: Like a bow, or a sign that you are obeying someone.


bust of Pallas: (Greek mythology) goddess of wisdom and useful arts and prudent warfare; guardian of Athens; identified with Roman Minerva


Night's Plutonian shore: Plutonian relates to or characteristic of Hades or Tartarus (Hell) Pluto was god of the nether regions. So, nights hellish shore.


Seraphim: a type of angel.


nepenthe: a drug of forgetfulness.


balm in Gilead: Balm is a healing substance, the Gilead refers to a story of Joseph in the Old Testament.


Aidenn: Eden, or an eden like Paradise. Perhaps heaven.


Nevermore: Never again. Or paraphrased, it can mean "NO."

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Posted by: Nymphadora

Your take on the poem was ery entertaining Whizzle. I love Poe and the Raven is one of my favorite poems. I used to have the whole thing memorized but now the end is a little fuzzy since I rearly get past the middle before being interupted and having to do something else, but I still remmber the begining and the meaning of the poem rather well.

I'd like to see the dinger rock. I trid to find a pic of it once and couldn't .(

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Posted by: Whidden

My version could have errors, I just tried to write what I thought was going on in the poem.


The dinger rock is somewhere in my pic thread in lounge lizards, not sure which page. Actually, I got an old pic of it handy, from before I put it out in the garden, I will just attach it.


Really, it's my own ignorance as to why I added it to my version, as I thought the word was "Phallas" not "Pallas". But I left it in just for fun.



http://www.inreview.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=686953

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Posted by: Nymphadora

haha ok I was wondering where the dinger rock refernce came from. I get it, but I thought you just really liked your dinger and added it for comic effect.

I don't know, I'm pretty gutter minded and I wouldn't look at that rock and say it looked like a dinger. Now that you say it ok, but it wouldn't think it own my own. I must be having an off day.

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Posted by: Whidden

Fuscia is to blame. And Kris. I posted a pic of it in my garden, and was promptly told it was a dinger rock.

Those girls are just outta control!!!

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Posted by: Nymphadora

True so true!

So what gave you the idea to redo the Raven?

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Posted by: Whidden

I had the name Nights Plutonian Shore over at another forum. I chose it because, to me, it gave the image of a full moon lit beach at night. I had confused Plutonion to mean moon light.

I used this in my signiature over there, though a smaller pic.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/Whidden/Whidden%202/moonlitbeach23.jpg




Later I learned that it meant hellish, not moon light. By then it was too late. Last week, Sandy June got in some weird mood and printed out the poem, and made me read it. I had a hard time with it, couldn't tell what was going on.

I read it again, and picked up the jist of it, and looked some words up online, and figured it out. Thought I would do a cheap translation to give the basic plot of the poem.

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Posted by: Nymphadora

well that's cool anyway. poe and be a little tricky, but I sitll like it.
that's a pretty picture.
Plutonian does sound like it would mean something pretty.

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Posted by: Whidden

I read the phrase in a Stephen King book, don't remember which one. Sounded really cool to me. I think it was the name of a chapter.

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Posted by: Nymphadora

Yeah King uses some poe in his stories. I think it's pretty cool.

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