An Experience With Ravens

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"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"  

A Dream Within a Dream. By Edgar Allan Poe.

Many years ago I read this poem in the small cafe attached to an even smaller Barnes and Noble. Though the place was not the most ideal to be reading poetry, much less the poetry of such a master as Edgar Allan Poe, the piece did strike me at a time when its effects were strong and well received. That every day after I bought the collection which contained the piece I read The Raven for the first time. The reading of that was far more...fitting to the tale itself.

I sat alone in my bedroom, the sun was setting over the mountains and I could feel the night start to creep over the desert around me. It was then that I opened the book and began to read. The poem was working it's way down my spine in cold, sweaty increments and with each new line it gained an inch. Soon I came to the raven itself sitting above the narrator atop a pallid bust of Pallas, only able to speak that one word which haunts him forevermore. But just as that bird spoke his word, his word of never-nevermore, just then did I hear the family of ravens that lived in a great oak tree right outside my door croak their own shrill cries to the warm, dark air.

I remember that well, as I shall, forevermore.

Till next I may hold you.

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