Monday, September 29, 2008

The Raven


In falling on my sword,
the world drank dark,
but not before I heard
a flap of wings,
and one last,
“Nevermore.”

8 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

We had three in our backyard yesterday.

Sameera Ansari said...

Beautiful pic to go with the lovely verse :)

Sarah Hina said...

Charles, a crow was cawing outside my window as I posted this.

Sameera, thank you. :) Poe's poem is haunting, and impenetrable in many ways.

Chris Eldin said...

I LOVE LOVE The Raven. I want to go read it now.
Evocative lines, but I want more, Sarah.
:-)

Sarah Hina said...

Chris, for me, there is a compelling descent into madness in The Raven. I guess this was my idea for a final verse...but without all that bothersome meter. ;)

Anonymous said...

Some nevermores are the deepest, inescapable cuts, like the death of Poe's beloved. But there are others. There are those that with a rebalance of emotion, turn to the most wonderful evermores. :)

Sarah Hina said...

Jason, very true.

And such transformations give hope where none existed before. :)

Vesper said...

Beautiful...

I could read The Raven endlessly...

We've had a lot of crows this year. I've never seen that many of them around here.