Today's poem will be "The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe.
Due to the length of the poem, only an excerpt will be read today.
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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
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 lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
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, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
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."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
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."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"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."
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!
Thesis: Poe's use of poetic structure, ryhming and tone create a dark and foreboding poem
Vocabulary Words
Censer: An incense burner
Seraphim: Angels, celestial beings
Quaff: To drink, drinking
Nepenthe: An ancient Greek medicine, for depressed people
Balm of Gilead: Ancient Middle Eastern medical ingredient, also the name of a balm containing it
Aidenn: Eden, the garden of paradise
Plutonian Shore: The afterlife, the underworld. Derived from Pluto, Roman god of the underworld.
Pallas: Athena, also known as Pallas Athena, is a Greek Goddess
Questions
When the narrator already knows the raven
’s only answer, why does he continue to ask questions that he thinks should have another?
What could the raven symbolize? Does it even understand what it is saying?
What do you think happens to the narrator at the end of the poem? Why?
Why do you think Poe chose to use a raven? Would the effect be the same with another bird?