' 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.'
The first stanza of Poe's "The Raven". Published exactly 164 years ago to this date. This one is pretty much one of the only poems I actually liked in school. I mean, most of the poetry you read in school is utter CRAP - what the fuck is Wordsworth's Daffodils ( by the way I found out only after school that the poems name isn't even 'the Daffodils' - so much for our textbooks) .
Back to the Raven, this is one fun (in a rhymy goth way) poem, I remember trying to figure out who Pallas ( the bust on which the Raven sits) was and I still haven't completely got it. So is Pallas from the poem Athena herself ( this is the easiest to accept since you assume the the orator is a student and Athena being the goddess of wisdom and all, he would sit under it and crib) or is Pallas on of half a dozen other Greco-Roman entities. I dunno for sure.
To end, reading this poem along with The Phobia (yes, I have capitalisized the phrase for impact) - Nevermore.
** - - Buying an ordinary pair of blue jeans is ridiculously hard. When I say I don't want my back pockets to be made of leather (with sparkles on it) instead of denim I mean it!
Adios.
