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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.
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast
For that was ripe, and fell full fast.
Braid the raven hair,
Weave the supple tress,
Deck the maiden fair
In her loveliness;
Seabird, elemental sprite,
Moulded of the sun and spray-
Raven, dreary flake of night
Drifting in the eye of day-
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,
Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,
Should warn you hence, where milder suns invite,
The Snow Brings
Dark Beauty Seen
In A Raven’s Wing
I saw when I looked up, on either hand,
A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;
A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land,—
Toward the sea, an open yawning bight
Sosehr sein Ende mich bewegt,
Ich durft' es anders nicht vermelden. -
Er stirbt - denn tragisch angelegt
War der Charakter dieses Helden.
the dialogue brings the lamentations.
Only if it is real,
that it happens.
Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.
8th entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary: "Laughing" in the Face of Adversity
darkness descends on the White House
The intelligent bird thought at last
To forward a conversation with me
What he had heard in the deep trees
By the deepest ravine in the valleys
Come Raven to my window sill
To tap a song that haunts me still
The Raven and the Coyote
The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting Coyote on the mountain ridge. The Coyote was the trickster, he should be dancing and creating havoc. He sat watching the raising moon since early dust. The piercing eyes of the Raven watched the subdued Coyote with great interest. The Raven went to the Coyote, sitting near him and she asked him. If you loved her. Why did you set her free? You restraints in the want of love when you should have been begging for her to stay. She seized your heart and you wished her well in her new journey away from you.
A raven once told me.
A raven once told me, whispered in my ear,
Don't let the words of songbirds cradle you,
You flap your wings
and your feathers fly
don't forever be