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;"The Raven", Edgar Allen Poe (1845), revisited by Lou Reed (2003)
 
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:Once upon a midnight dreary  
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[[File:Dore_The_Raven_1884-19.jpg|thumb|right|Gustav Doré, 1884.]]
:As I pondered, weak and weary
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Once upon a midnight dreary / as 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 someone gently rapping / rapping at my chamber door / "'Tis some visitor", I muttered. / "tapping at my chamber door / only this and nothing more".
:Over many a quaint and curious
 
:Volume of forgotten lore
 
:While I nodded, nearly napping
 
:Suddenly there came a tapping
 
:As of someone gently rapping
 
:Rapping at my chamber door
 
:"Tis some visitor", I muttered.
 
:"Tapping at my chamber door
 
:Only this and nothing more.
 
  
:Muttering I got up weakly
 
:always have had trouble sleeping
 
:Stumbling upright my mind racing
 
:Furtive thoughts flowing once more
 
:I there, hoping for some sunrise
 
:Happiness would be a surprise
 
:Loneliness no longer a prize
 
:Rapping at my chamber door
 
:Seeking out the clever bore
 
:Lost in dreams forever more
 
:Only this and nothing more.
 
  
:Hovering my pulse was racing
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Muttering I got up weakly / always have had trouble sleeping / stumbling upright my mind racing / furtive thoughts flowing once more / I there, hoping for some sunrise. / "Happiness would be a surprise; / loneliness no longer a prize. / Rapping at my chamber door, / seeking out the clever bore / lost in dreams forever more / only this and nothing more".
:Stale tobacco my lips tasting
 
:Scotch sitting upon my basin
 
:Remnants of the night before
 
:Came again
 
:Infernal tapping on the door
 
:In my mind jabbing
 
:Is it in or outside rapping
 
:Calling out to me once more
 
:The fit and the fury of Lenore
 
:Nameless here forever more
 
  
:And the silken sad uncertain
 
:Rustling of the purple curtain
 
:Thrilled me, filled me
 
:With fantastic terrors never felt before
 
:So that now, oh wind, stop breathing
 
:Hoping yet to calm my breathing
 
:"Tis some visitor entreating
 
:Entrance at my chamber door
 
:Some lost visitor entreating
 
:Entrance at my chamber door
 
:This is it, and nothing more."
 
  
:Deep into the darkness peering
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Hovering my pulse was racing / stale tobacco my lips tasting  / Scotch sitting upon my basin / remnants of the night before. / Came again / infernal tapping on the door / in my mind jabbing, / "Is it in or outside rapping, / calling out to me once more / the fit and the fury of Lenore, / nameless here forever more?
:Long I stood there
 
:Wondering, fearing ,
 
:Doubting, dreaming fantasies
 
:No mortal dared to dream before,
 
:But the silence was unbroken
 
:And the stillness gave no token
 
:And the only word there spoken
 
:Was the whispered name, "Lenore?".
 
:This I thought
 
:And out loud whispered from my lips
 
:The foul name festered
 
:Echoing itself,
 
:Merely this, and nothing more.
 
  
:Back into my chamber turning
 
:Every nerve within me burning
 
:When once again I heard a tapping
 
:Somewhat louder than before
 
:"Surely", said I
 
:"Surely that is something at my iron staircase."
 
:Open the door to see what (the) threat is
 
:Open the window, free the shutters
 
:Let us this mystery explore
 
:"Oh bursting heart be still this once
 
:Let's this mystery explore
 
:It's the wind, it's the wind
 
:And nothing more."
 
  
:Just one epithet I muttered as inside
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And the silken sad uncertain / rustling of the purple curtain / thrilled me, filled me / with fantastic terrors never felt before / so that now, O Wind!, stop breathing / hoping yet to calm my breathing / "Tis some visitor entreating / entrance at my chamber door, / some lost visitor entreating / entrance at my chamber door. / This is it, and nothing more."
:I gagged and shuddered
 
:When with manly flirt and flutter
 
:In there flew a stately raven
 
:Sleek and ravenous as any foe
 
:Not the least obeisance made he
 
:Not a minutes gesture towards me
 
:Of recognition or politeness
 
:But perched above my chamber door
 
:This foul and salivating visage
 
:Insinuating with its knowledge
 
:Perched above my chamber door
 
:Silent sat and staring
 
:Nothing more.
 
  
:Askance, askew,
 
:The self's said fancy smiles at you I swear
 
:At this savage vicious countenance it wears
 
:Though you show here shorn and shaven
 
:I admit myself forlorn and craven
 
:Ghastly grim and ancient Raven
 
:Wandering from the opiate shores
 
:Tell me what thy lordly name is
 
:That you are not nightmare sewage
 
:Some dire powder drink or inhalation
 
:Framed from flames of downtown lore
 
:Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
 
  
:And the raven, sitting lonely
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Deep into the darkness peering, / long I stood there / wondering, fearing, / doubting, dreaming fantasies / no mortal dared to dream before. / But the silence was unbroken, / and the stillness gave no token / and the only word there spoken  / was the whispered name, "[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenore_(ballad) Lenore]?". / This I thought / and out loud whispered from my lips. / The foul name festered, / echoing itself, / merely this, and nothing more.
:Staring sickly at my male sex only
 
:That one word as if his soul
 
:And in that one word
 
:He did outpour, "pathetic."
 
:"Nothing farther" then he uttered
 
:Not a feather then he fluttered
 
:Till finally was I that muttered
 
:As I stared dully at the floor
 
:Other friends have flown and left me
 
:Flown as each and every hope has flown before
 
:And as you no doubt will, before tomorrow."
 
:but the bird said "nevermore".
 
  
:But then I felt the air grow denser
 
:Perfumed from some unseen incense
 
:As though accepting angelic intrusion
 
:When in fact I felt collusion
 
:Before the guise of false memories
 
:Respite. Respite
 
:Through the haze of cocaine's glory
 
:I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory
 
:To forget at once the base Lenore.
 
:Quoth the raven, "Nevermore".
 
  
:"Prophet", said I, "thing of evil
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Back into my chamber turning,  / every nerve within me burning / when once again I heard a tapping  / somewhat louder than before / "Surely", said I / "surely that is something at my iron staircase." / "Open the door to see what (the) threat is / Open the window, free the shutters. / Let us this mystery explore. / Oh bursting heart be still this once. / Let's this mystery explore. / It's the wind, it's the wind  / and nothing more."
:Prophet still, if a bird or devil
 
:By that heaven that bends above us
 
:By that God we both ignore
 
:Tell this soul with sorrow laden
 
:Willful and destructive intent
 
:How had lapsed a pure
 
:Heart lady to the greediest of needs?
 
:Sweaty, arrogant, dickless liar
 
:Who has ascribed to nothing higher
 
:Than a jab from a prick to a needle
 
:Straight to betrayal and disgrace
 
:The conscience showing not a trace?"
 
:Quoth the raven "Nevermore!"
 
  
:"Be that word our sign of parting
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[[File:Baltimore_Ravens_Super_Bowl_XXXV_Ring.jpg|thumb|left|Super Bowl XXXV ring (Baltimore Ravens)]]
:Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting
 
:"Get thee back into the tempest
 
:into the smoke-filled bottle's shore
 
:Leave no black plume as a token
 
:Of the slime thy soul has spoken
 
:Leave my loneliness unbroken
 
:Quit as those have quit before
 
:Take the talon from my heart
 
:And see that I can care no more
 
:Whatever mattered came before
 
:I vanish with the dead Lenore."
 
:Quoth the raven "Nevermore!"
 
  
:But the raven, never flitting
 
:Still is sitting silent sitting
 
:Above a painting silent painting
 
:Of a forever silenced whore
 
:And his eyes have all the seeming
 
:Of a demon that is dreaming
 
:And the lamplight over him streaming
 
:Throws his shadow to the floor
 
:I love she who hates me more
 
:I love she who hates me more
 
:And my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow
 
:Nevermore
 
  
[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48860/the-raven Poe's text],  
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Just one epithet I muttered, as inside / I gagged and shuddered, / when with manly flirt and flutter / in there flew a stately raven, / sleek and ravenous as any foe, / not the least obeisance made he / not a minutes gesture towards me / of recognition or politeness, / but perched above my chamber door / this foul and salivating visage, / insinuating with its knowledge, / perched above my chamber door, / silent sat and staring:  / nothing more.
  
  
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Askance, askew, / the self-said fancy smiles at you. I swear  / at this savage vicious countenance it wears. / "Though you show here shorn and shaven, / I admit myself forlorn and craven, / Ghastly grim and ancient Raven / wandering from the opiate shores / tell me what thy lordly name is, / that you are not nightmare sewage, / some dire powder drink or inhalation / framed from flames of downtown lore."
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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And the raven, sitting lonely, / staring sickly at my male sex only. / That one word as if his soul / and in that one word / he did outpour, "pathetic." / "Nothing fa(r)ther" then he uttered / Not a feather then he fluttered / till finally 'twas I that muttered  / as I stared dully at the floor. / "Other friends have flown and left me, / Flown as each and every hope has flown before / and as you no doubt will, 'fore the  'morrow."
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But the bird said, "Nevermore!"
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[[File:Corvus_corax_(NPS).jpg|thumb|left|Where's the tempest?]]
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But then I felt the air grow denser / perfumed from some unseen incense / as though accepting angelic intrusion / when in fact I felt collusion / before the guise of false memories. / Respite! Respite!  / Through the haze of cocaine's glory / I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory / to forget at once the base Lenore.
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore".
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"Prophet", said I, "thing of evil, / Prophet still, if a bird or devil / by that heaven that bends above us / by that God we both ignore / tell this soul with sorrow laden / willful and destructive intent / how had lapsed a pure  / heart lady to the greediest of needs? / Sweaty, arrogant, dickless liar / who has ascribed to nothing higher / than a jab from a prick to a needle / straight to betrayal and disgrace / the conscience showing not a trace?"
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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"Be that word our sign of parting / bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting. / "Get thee back into the tempest / into the smoke-filled bottle's shore. / Leave no black plume as a token / of the slime thy soul has spoken. / Leave my loneliness unbroken. / Quit as those have quit before.  / Take the talon from my heart / and see that I can care no more. / Whatever mattered came before / I vanish with the dead Lenore."
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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But the raven, never flitting / still is sitting silent sitting / above a painting silent painting  / of a forever silenced whore / and his eyes have all the seeming / of a demon that is dreaming / and the lamplight over him streaming / throws his shadow to the floor.
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I love she who hates me more. / I love she who hates me more / and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow. / Nevermore.
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[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48860/the-raven Poe's original] (1845).
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Latest revision as of 20:29, 12 August 2020

"The Raven", Edgar Allen Poe (1845), revisited by Lou Reed (2003)


Gustav Doré, 1884.

Once upon a midnight dreary / as 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 someone gently rapping / rapping at my chamber door / "'Tis some visitor", I muttered. / "tapping at my chamber door / only this and nothing more".


Muttering I got up weakly / always have had trouble sleeping / stumbling upright my mind racing / furtive thoughts flowing once more / I there, hoping for some sunrise. / "Happiness would be a surprise; / loneliness no longer a prize. / Rapping at my chamber door, / seeking out the clever bore / lost in dreams forever more / only this and nothing more".


Hovering my pulse was racing / stale tobacco my lips tasting / Scotch sitting upon my basin / remnants of the night before. / Came again / infernal tapping on the door / in my mind jabbing, / "Is it in or outside rapping, / calling out to me once more / the fit and the fury of Lenore, / nameless here forever more?


And the silken sad uncertain / rustling of the purple curtain / thrilled me, filled me / with fantastic terrors never felt before / so that now, O Wind!, stop breathing / hoping yet to calm my breathing / "Tis some visitor entreating / entrance at my chamber door, / some lost visitor entreating / entrance at my chamber door. / This is it, and nothing more."


Deep into the darkness peering, / long I stood there / wondering, fearing, / doubting, dreaming fantasies / no mortal dared to dream before. / But the silence was unbroken, / and the stillness gave no token / and the only word there spoken / was the whispered name, "Lenore?". / This I thought / and out loud whispered from my lips. / The foul name festered, / echoing itself, / merely this, and nothing more.


Back into my chamber turning, / every nerve within me burning / when once again I heard a tapping / somewhat louder than before / "Surely", said I / "surely that is something at my iron staircase." / "Open the door to see what (the) threat is / Open the window, free the shutters. / Let us this mystery explore. / Oh bursting heart be still this once. / Let's this mystery explore. / It's the wind, it's the wind / and nothing more."

Super Bowl XXXV ring (Baltimore Ravens)


Just one epithet I muttered, as inside / I gagged and shuddered, / when with manly flirt and flutter / in there flew a stately raven, / sleek and ravenous as any foe, / not the least obeisance made he / not a minutes gesture towards me / of recognition or politeness, / but perched above my chamber door / this foul and salivating visage, / insinuating with its knowledge, / perched above my chamber door, / silent sat and staring: / nothing more.


Askance, askew, / the self-said fancy smiles at you. I swear / at this savage vicious countenance it wears. / "Though you show here shorn and shaven, / I admit myself forlorn and craven, / Ghastly grim and ancient Raven / wandering from the opiate shores / tell me what thy lordly name is, / that you are not nightmare sewage, / some dire powder drink or inhalation / framed from flames of downtown lore."

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"


And the raven, sitting lonely, / staring sickly at my male sex only. / That one word as if his soul / and in that one word / he did outpour, "pathetic." / "Nothing fa(r)ther" then he uttered / Not a feather then he fluttered / till finally 'twas I that muttered / as I stared dully at the floor. / "Other friends have flown and left me, / Flown as each and every hope has flown before / and as you no doubt will, 'fore the 'morrow."

But the bird said, "Nevermore!"


Where's the tempest?

But then I felt the air grow denser / perfumed from some unseen incense / as though accepting angelic intrusion / when in fact I felt collusion / before the guise of false memories. / Respite! Respite! / Through the haze of cocaine's glory / I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory / to forget at once the base Lenore.

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore".


"Prophet", said I, "thing of evil, / Prophet still, if a bird or devil / by that heaven that bends above us / by that God we both ignore / tell this soul with sorrow laden / willful and destructive intent / how had lapsed a pure / heart lady to the greediest of needs? / Sweaty, arrogant, dickless liar / who has ascribed to nothing higher / than a jab from a prick to a needle / straight to betrayal and disgrace / the conscience showing not a trace?"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"


"Be that word our sign of parting / bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting. / "Get thee back into the tempest / into the smoke-filled bottle's shore. / Leave no black plume as a token / of the slime thy soul has spoken. / Leave my loneliness unbroken. / Quit as those have quit before. / Take the talon from my heart / and see that I can care no more. / Whatever mattered came before / I vanish with the dead Lenore."

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"


But the raven, never flitting / still is sitting silent sitting / above a painting silent painting / of a forever silenced whore / and his eyes have all the seeming / of a demon that is dreaming / and the lamplight over him streaming / throws his shadow to the floor.

I love she who hates me more. / I love she who hates me more / and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow. / Nevermore.


Poe's original (1845).