The Raven is one of the most famous poems written by Edgar Allan Poe. The poem is known for its dark, gothic and haunting atmosphere. The poem is telling about the story of a man who is mourning the loss of this beloved Lenore. One night, as he is sitting alone in his room, a raven enters and perches on a bust above his door of the room. The man begins questioning the bird, and asking him if he will ever see Lenore again in his life or find peace. The raven responds with a single and chilling word “Nevermore”.
The word “Nevermore” is repeated many times throughout the poem which makes the man even more sad and despair as he realises that the raven’s message is one of the eternal sorrow. The is beautifully rhythmic and musical quality. It is combined with the themes of loss and longing. The poem explores the human condition which touches the grief, madness, and the search for the meaning in the face of overwhelming sadness.
Nevermore Poem
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.”
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
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.”
“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.’”
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.”
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Raven Nevermore Poem
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!
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, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore!”
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!”
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!”
“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!”
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Poem Nevermore
again and again
never happened never will
yet it drives my mind
to distraction of cognition
what else is there
but a choice moment by moment
a difficult task
Nevermore shall you hear me,
None shall,
For I shall be lost,
Gone away from this road,
This path I was given,
Forever falling,
Forever free from this,
This endless torment,
With the name of life.
shall the haunts of the sea
—the swollen tide pools
and the dark, deserted shore—
mark her passing again.
And the salivating sea
shall never kiss her lips
nor caress her ******* and hips,
as she dreamt it did before,
once, lost within the uproar.
And the salivating sea
shall never kiss her lips
nor caress her ******* and hips,
as she dreamt it did before,
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nor take her at their leisure;
the sea gulls shall not claim her,
nor could she give them pleasure …
She sleeps, forevermore!
She sleeps forevermore,
a ****** save to me
and her other lover,
who lurks now, safely covered
by the restless, surging sea.
She sleeps forevermore,
a ****** save to me
and her other lover,
who lurks now, safely covered
by the restless, surging sea. " style="margin-left: 20px;">Copy
