"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,Ĭaught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disasterįollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore.
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered. That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore įor we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingĮver yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -īird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,īut the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,īy the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door. Not the least obeisance made he not a minute stopped or stayed he īut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -īack into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door -ĭeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,ĭoubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before īut the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,Īnd the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore īut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,Īnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -Īh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,Īnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Įagerly I wished the morrow - vainly I had sought to borrowįrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -įor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -Īnd the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,Īs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Za početak, sa izuzetnim zadovoljstvom ću vas počastiti - čime drugim nego Gavranom. Proglašavam podforum Književnost svečano otvorenim! U pitanju su, naravno, Edgar Alan Po i Šarl Bodler. Smatram da je najbolje, da se ne bismo udaljavali od karaktera čitavog foruma, da sekciju Književnost načnemo temama o dvojici umetnika na čijim se delima u velikoj meri zasniva muzika, i uopšte stvaralaštvo i imidž, našeg obožavanog benda. Na kraju, očekujem da svi oni koji se na bilo koji način bave umetnošću postave neka od svojih dela, kako bismo se upoznali sa njima, ocenili ih, raspravljali o njima, ili prosto uživali u njima. Takođe, bilo bi lepo da imamo rasprave o umetnicima i umetničkim ostvarenjima, analize, sinteze, pitanja, odgovore. Što se tiče foruma Književnost, koji ovom prilikom svečano otvaram, on je zamišljen kao mesto na koje ćemo postavljati dela ili odlomke koji su vas, iz bilo kojih razloga, zainteresovali, zaintrigirali, dirnuli, inspirisali.
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