My Halloween Post: 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe, and also, a song, 'The Raven' based upn this most famous of all his poems.

I'm not really into poetry much at all, though I can genuinely appreciate someone who is gifted as a poet, and writer.
Poe was quite a master, though I am still learning to appreciate his talent.

His grave is right here in Baltimore, which I have visited, which is sort of nice, I guess.
Here's a bit about this very mysterious, and gifted man, Edgar Allan Poe:

"On October 3, 1849, Poe was found on the streets of Baltimore delirious, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker. He was taken to the Washington College Hospital, where he died on Sunday, October 7, 1849, at 5:00 in the morning. Poe was never coherent long enough to explain how he came to be in his dire condition, and, oddly, was wearing clothes that were not his own. Poe is said to have repeatedly called out the name "Reynolds" on the night before his death, though it is unclear to whom he was referring. Some sources say Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul.""

I hope he cried to the Lord. If he was a Christian, then the promise of the Lord is: "The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
the righteous man runs into it and is safe." Pro. 18:10
If he wasn't a Christian, then he will receive justice from the same Lord. And no man wants that, that's for sure. that would mean we would have to answer for our sins; every single one of them. God doesn't overlook sin. He deals with, (and shall deal with, on Judgment Day), each and every sin that is, and was, ever committed on this Earth by every person who every lived. Romans 2:13

And here's the video, with lyrics:

"The clock struck midnight
And through my sleeping
I heard a tapping at my door
I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
And so I turned inside once more
To my amazement
There stood a raven
Whose shadow hung above my door
Then through the silence
It spoke that one word
That I shall hear forever more
Nevermore
Thus quoth the raven, nevermore


And still the raven remains in my room
No matter how much i implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore

Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven
Nevermore"-Alan Parsons

The Raven

First published on January 29, 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.'

......

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness 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.

......
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.'

......

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!" Edgar Allan Poe


PS Here's the Raven that I am looking forward to watching this Sunday, after church: