The Blue Raven. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Blue Raven.

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It was an un-starry dark,
The sun came up dim and yellowish,
The birds got numbed,
And no voice did they cherish.

It was day light gray,
People attempted to pray,
The temple priest and the churchman,
Felt the church a deserted land.

It was the morning of autumnal-evening,
The day felt no awakening of dawn,
The evening engulfed the usual morn,
It was no dismay, but a hang of night and day,
It caught no sense, but sense be there may.

It shrouded the weather of raven blue,
It was for the raven, as the raven brought the clue,
It was neither day nor night but raven blue.

It feathered the wings of the remotest pas,
It stirred the shadows of future dust,
For it was the rest of Time from all minds,
And the raven was blue in the blue wind.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ray Subrata Ray 21 July 2013

Coleridge's 'willing suspension of disbelief' -as a literary device has ever impelled me. And I have tried in many a poem of mine to capture an atmosphere of horror and mystery without projecting any physical action, and here, -The Raven Blue, is one of them.

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Subrata Ray

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Formerly East Pahistan
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