Difference between revisions of "Raven"
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:Rustling of the purple curtain | :Rustling of the purple curtain | ||
:Thrilled me, filled me | :Thrilled me, filled me | ||
− | :With fantastic | + | :With fantastic terrors never felt before |
:So that now, oh wind, stop breathing | :So that now, oh wind, stop breathing | ||
:Hoping yet to calm my breathing | :Hoping yet to calm my breathing | ||
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:Some lost visitor entreating | :Some lost visitor entreating | ||
:Entrance at my chamber door | :Entrance at my chamber door | ||
− | : | + | :This is it, and nothing more." |
:Deep into the darkness peering | :Deep into the darkness peering | ||
:Long I stood there | :Long I stood there | ||
− | :Wondering fearing | + | :Wondering, fearing , |
− | :Doubting dreaming fantasies | + | :Doubting, dreaming fantasies |
− | :No mortal dared to dream before | + | :No mortal dared to dream before, |
:But the silence was unbroken | :But the silence was unbroken | ||
:And the stillness gave no token | :And the stillness gave no token | ||
:And the only word there spoken | :And the only word there spoken | ||
− | :Was the whispered name, "Lenore?. | + | :Was the whispered name, "Lenore?". |
:This I thought | :This I thought | ||
:And out loud whispered from my lips | :And out loud whispered from my lips | ||
:The foul name festered | :The foul name festered | ||
− | :Echoing itself | + | :Echoing itself, |
− | :Merely this, and nothing more | + | :Merely this, and nothing more. |
:Back into my chamber turning | :Back into my chamber turning | ||
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:Somewhat louder than before | :Somewhat louder than before | ||
:"Surely", said I | :"Surely", said I | ||
− | :"Surely that is something at | + | :"Surely that is something at my iron staircase." |
− | :Open the door to see what the threat is | + | :Open the door to see what (the) threat is |
:Open the window, free the shutters | :Open the window, free the shutters | ||
:Let us this mystery explore | :Let us this mystery explore | ||
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:Just one epithet I muttered as inside | :Just one epithet I muttered as inside | ||
:I gagged and shuddered | :I gagged and shuddered | ||
− | :When with | + | :When with manly flirt and flutter |
:In there flew a stately raven | :In there flew a stately raven | ||
:Sleek and ravenous as any foe | :Sleek and ravenous as any foe | ||
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:Nothing more. | :Nothing more. | ||
− | :Askance, askew | + | :Askance, askew, |
− | :The self's | + | :The self's said fancy smiles at you I swear |
:At this savage vicious countenance it wears | :At this savage vicious countenance it wears | ||
:Though you show here shorn and shaven | :Though you show here shorn and shaven | ||
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:Ghastly grim and ancient Raven | :Ghastly grim and ancient Raven | ||
:Wandering from the opiate shores | :Wandering from the opiate shores | ||
− | :Tell me | + | :Tell me what thy lordly name is |
− | |||
:That you are not nightmare sewage | :That you are not nightmare sewage | ||
− | :Some dire | + | :Some dire powder drink or inhalation |
− | :Framed from | + | :Framed from flames of downtown lore |
+ | :Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!" | ||
:And the raven, sitting lonely | :And the raven, sitting lonely | ||
:Staring sickly at my male sex only | :Staring sickly at my male sex only | ||
− | :That one word | + | :That one word as if his soul |
− | : | + | :And in that one word |
:He did outpour, "pathetic." | :He did outpour, "pathetic." | ||
− | :Nothing | + | :"Nothing farther" then he uttered |
:Not a feather then he fluttered | :Not a feather then he fluttered | ||
:Till finally was I that muttered | :Till finally was I that muttered | ||
:As I stared dully at the floor | :As I stared dully at the floor | ||
− | : | + | :Other friends have flown and left me |
:Flown as each and every hope has flown before | :Flown as each and every hope has flown before | ||
:And as you no doubt will, before tomorrow." | :And as you no doubt will, before tomorrow." | ||
+ | :but the bird said "nevermore". | ||
:But then I felt the air grow denser | :But then I felt the air grow denser | ||
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:When in fact I felt collusion | :When in fact I felt collusion | ||
:Before the guise of false memories | :Before the guise of false memories | ||
− | :Respite | + | :Respite. Respite |
:Through the haze of cocaine's glory | :Through the haze of cocaine's glory | ||
− | :I smoke and | + | :I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory |
− | :To forget | + | :To forget at once the base Lenore. |
− | + | :Quoth the raven, "Nevermore". | |
− | : | ||
:"Prophet", said I, "thing of evil | :"Prophet", said I, "thing of evil | ||
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:Tell this soul with sorrow laden | :Tell this soul with sorrow laden | ||
:Willful and destructive intent | :Willful and destructive intent | ||
− | : | + | :How had lapsed a pure |
:Heart lady to the greediest of needs? | :Heart lady to the greediest of needs? | ||
− | :Sweaty arrogant dickless liar | + | :Sweaty, arrogant, dickless liar |
:Who has ascribed to nothing higher | :Who has ascribed to nothing higher | ||
:Than a jab from a prick to a needle | :Than a jab from a prick to a needle | ||
:Straight to betrayal and disgrace | :Straight to betrayal and disgrace | ||
− | : | + | :The conscience showing not a trace?" |
+ | :Quoth the raven "Nevermore!" | ||
− | :"Be that word | + | :"Be that word our sign of parting |
:Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting | :Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting | ||
:"Get thee back into the tempest | :"Get thee back into the tempest | ||
− | : | + | :into the smoke-filled bottle's shore |
:Leave no black plume as a token | :Leave no black plume as a token | ||
:Of the slime thy soul has spoken | :Of the slime thy soul has spoken | ||
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:Take the talon from my heart | :Take the talon from my heart | ||
:And see that I can care no more | :And see that I can care no more | ||
− | :Whatever | + | :Whatever mattered came before |
:I vanish with the dead Lenore." | :I vanish with the dead Lenore." | ||
+ | :Quoth the raven "Nevermore!" | ||
:But the raven, never flitting | :But the raven, never flitting | ||
:Still is sitting silent sitting | :Still is sitting silent sitting | ||
− | :Above a painting | + | :Above a painting silent painting |
− | :Of | + | :Of a forever silenced whore |
− | :And his eyes have all the | + | :And his eyes have all the seeming |
:Of a demon that is dreaming | :Of a demon that is dreaming | ||
:And the lamplight over him streaming | :And the lamplight over him streaming |
Revision as of 22:24, 11 August 2020
- "The Raven", Edgar Allen Poe (1845), revisited by Lou Reed (2003)
- 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, 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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