My Special Guest tonight is…

Edgar Allen Poe and The Raven.

I thought I’d give you a rest from my work and talk about somebody else’s instead. This is my type of classic ghost story, short of the maniac banging the boyfriends head on top of the car. It’s dark, creepy and cold. It puts me in an old room, with just the fire for light. Shadows dance making the mood so much more troublesome.

Now I realise this is more like a short story than a poem so I thought I’d whet your appetite with a couple of verses and if you’d like to read the whole poem I’ve stuck a link on the end for you to read it in all its gothic glory. Before I let you enjoy this wonderful poem though, I’d like to put a shout out to the first Simpsons Treehouse of Horrors and their version of the Raven. Hilarious, check it out!

The Raven

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.
Check out the rest over at the Poetry Foundation, hope you enjoy.


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