Raven Poems - Poems For Raven

Poems about raven. You can read the best raven poems. Browse through all raven poems.

The Raven - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more.'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'other friends have flown
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'.'

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'

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 lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight 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
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
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,
'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
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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Comments about The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie - 0 Points Adrian Martin (4/27/2016 5:35:00 PM)

    So dark and sleek like the Raven above my chamber door. Love lost (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 79 Points Elvira Groenendijk (3/12/2016 6:50:00 AM)

    This poem has brought me so much inspiration. Love it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 55,577 Points * Sunprincess * (3/6/2016 9:01:00 PM)

    ........one of the best poems ever written ★ (Report) Reply

Read all 104 comments »

Poems About Raven

  1. 1. The Raven , Edgar Allan Poe
  2. 2. The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A Sch.. , Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  3. 3. Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812) , Joel Barlow
  4. 4. The Ravens , Georg Trakl
  5. 5. The Raven , Walter Richard Cassels
  6. 6. Songs Of The Voices Of Birds: A Raven In.. , Jean Ingelow
  7. 7. The Three Ravens , Anonymous
  8. 8. Consider The Ravens , George MacDonald
  9. 9. The Raven's Shadow , William Watson
  10. 10. Hialmar Speaks To The Raven: From Lecont.. , James Elroy Flecker
  11. 11. The Raven Days , Sidney Lanier
  12. 12. They Were Welcome To Their Belief , Robert Frost
  13. 13. Magical Mystery Tour , Charles Bukowski
  14. 14. A Lake And A Fairy Boat , Thomas Hood
  15. 15. Guilt And Sorrow , William Wordsworth
  16. 16. John Anderson My Jo , Robert Burns
  17. 17. Omen Of Emptiness , Spike Milligan
  18. 18. A Beapoeit Poem , Paul Moosberg
  19. 19. A Bird’s-Eye View , Christina Georgina Rossetti
  20. 20. Elijah Fed By Ravens , John Newton
  21. 21. The Dirge Of Wallace , Thomas Campbell
  22. 22. Petition , Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  23. 23. Black Rose , Daniel Hooks
  24. 24. Variations Of Greek Themes , Edwin Arlington Robinson
  25. 25. A Stave Of Roving Tim , George Meredith
  26. 26. The Knight's Return , Charles Kingsley
  27. 27. The Death Knell Is Ringing , Percy Bysshe Shelley
  28. 28. You A Brick Wall* , malini kadir
  29. 29. Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric , Adam Lindsay Gordon
  30. 30. Fragment: Omens , Percy Bysshe Shelley
  31. 31. On Tweed River , Sir Walter Scott
  32. 32. Fear , Vidyadhara ...
  33. 33. The Raven Of Edgar Poe , Marieta Maglas
  34. 34. Limerick:There Was An Old Man Of Whiteha.. , Edward Lear
  35. 35. Legend Of The Corrievrechan , George MacDonald
  36. 36. Hans Huckebein Part One , Wilhelm Busch
  37. 37. 'Control Is Just A Myth' , Linda Winchell
  38. 38. Dreams , Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
  39. 39. You A Brick Wall , malini kadir
  40. 40. The Stone , Terry O'Leary
  41. 41. The Battle Of The Lake Regillus , Thomas Babbington Macaulay
  42. 42. The Raven And The King's Daughter , William Morris
  43. 43. Poe , James McIntyre
  44. 44. *jasper Moses , C R Clark
  45. 45. (stilted) Laurels From A Poe Toaster , Mason Maestro
  46. 46. To A Child Embracing His Mother , Thomas Hood
  47. 47. My Mother , Abdulrazak Aralimatti
  48. 48. Home In War-Time , Sydney Thompson Dobell
  49. 49. **edgar Allens Crow , saint cynosure ( Ken Bennigh ..
  50. 50. I Hear The Raven Sing , Osceola Waters
[Hata Bildir]