Monday Madness~ the Raven

Hello Everybody *waves*


 Morning Ladies,
Had a really shitty day and spent most of it Fluctuating  between feeling like crap and in full throttle anger. I wasn’t even sure I was going to put up a post today but I just couldn’t sleep knowing I would be leaving my girls hanging. So anyway, I didn’t have a post prepared but I’ve been saving this one for closer to Halloween hoping to find a way to tie it up with Rob. Then it hit me, this is the first poem I ever read, it’s the poem that inspired me to write poetry and even novels which has since  (with the help of the Sofaking Hawt Rob) lead me to fan-fiction. So without further adieu here is my favorite poem, and my inspiration for writing tied up in a Halloween post.
Edgar Allen Poe Rob

The Raven

 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, fearing,
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 something 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 flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
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 craven,
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 before –
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 door;
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 devil! –
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 devil!
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, upstarting –
“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 door!”
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 floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

Much Love to you all,


Filed under Edward A M Cullen, Monday Madness, Pissed Off, Rob Pattinson, We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes, Writing

45 responses to “Monday Madness~ the Raven

  1. *Applauds RF* I love me some Poe! This is one of my fave poems as well – I remember requesting we study it in high school…yeah, I was just that cool LMAO! Great post dear! Hope you feel better soon xoxo

    • Your welcome BB. You think YOU were cool? hee hee I read it, of my own free will in the 6th grade AND understood it! LOL When I was 18 a second cousin did a geneology search and found out we were Distantly related to Poe! Maybe that’s where I get my desire to write and my weird love of Halloween and scary stories?? J/S

  2. Hope everythings gets better soon for you RF. This poem I studied at school and fell in love with it immediately, pretty much like Rob ;)…

  3. christa64c

    One of my favorite poems. So fitting for Halloween and for some reason it goes very well with Edward too. It’s off the wall but, has anyone see the Simpsons tribute to this poem? I though they did a wonderful job and it’s my second favorite episode next to their parody of Twilight. Daniel as Edward was a stroke of genius.

    I hope you feel better soon RF. Thank you for taking the time to go ahead and post for us.

    • i was surprised how easy it was to find suitable pictures of Edward and Rob to go with Poes words.

      Thanks HunI’ve been sick for over a month now and instead of getting better it just gets worse. But just incase i miss a post ya’aal knows I loves ya, i was just too out of it to be able to post but i will be back. I’m like a bad habit that way LOL

  4. dazzledbyrp

    I bow to the master. I am humbled before thou and this awesome post.

    • Hi Mags! Ever have one of those days? LOL Poetry and Rob and Rob Music sould fix it!

      • dazzledbyrp

        And I didn’t realize that you were still sick! That’s just not right…’s just not right.

        Get better, bb. And that’s an order, young lady!!

        btw: I’m 1/2 way through the 2nd Fae book. Does she ever get together with Barrons? I’ve been waiting for V’lane, but I’m kinda floving the sexual tension she has with Barrons. Can’t decide which one is Rob. I think both!

        Now…….go heal!!

        • I never got better BB, Just had two good days is all. no worries. This too shall pass. Oh does she ever get together with Barrons…. *wicked evil knowing grin* you might say that. V’lane…oh i gotta keep mah mouth shut on that sexy critter. but Barrons??? DAY UM!!! See I think i see him in both too!!! V’Lanes inhuman beauty and uncontrolable sex appeal. Barrons’ Quiet strength, unyielding devoton, jealousy, but yet it is difficult to picture Rob looking like this..
 BUT Day-Um I’d like too!!

          I finished the series and one question still remains (intentionally unaswered damn KMM!!!) I do hope the Rhino Boys and other Fae Critters haven’t grossed you out too much LOL

          How is your reaading of the series coming along Cared??

          • dazzledbyrp

            I don’t see Rob so much yet in Barrons. Barrons exudes power. When I think Rob, I don’t really think power (Oh, I think A LOT OF THINGS when I think Rob…….just not “power”.

            Scott Elrod is kind of how I picture Barrons.

            Rob is more the basic description of V’lane. You know “death-by-sex”.

            • OoOoOo Pretty “tough guy” !!! never heard of him but PURDY.
              your right though, Robs not the strong type as in all muscles and sinew but he is Strong in all other ways.Strength of Character, of heart, of devotion and dedication etc. although with just a little bulking up, (just a little) I think he could carry off the roll of Barrons quite well with just an air of knowledge about things Mac doesn’t understand.

              And he is Definately “Death by sex” *SWOON* Type of fae. Tell me what you think when you get a chapter or two past Halloween night **SNICKERS**

          • I’m currently about half way through the third book, Faefever. Lovin’ it so far. I think I’d go for Rob playing V’Lane but then Barrons looks into Mac’s eyes and I switch again. What can I say, I’m fickle!

  5. rita01tx

    Great post, darlin’! I’m so pleased you found some inspiration despite how crappy you felt this mevening (my morning / your evening LOL).
    Perfect day for The Raven and great choices for the visuals!

    • rita01tx

      And don’t think I didn’t see that you used “pissed off” twice up there! Once in Filed under: and again for Tagged as: LMAO!!

    • Thanks Reets! You knows I couldn’t leave mah girls hangin. Not the best Rob post but at least I posted. I love that glowing golden eyes pic! hey it’s nearly Halloween, you can’t have Halloween without the Raven, that’s like Christmas without The Night Before Christmas being read!

  6. miniaturemom12

    Ow! That was awesome! Only the pretty could improve that poem!

  7. Nicole

    Sorry to hear you are having a bad day bb. I do hope it gets better for you.

    Wow I love Poe. He and Shakespeare, EE Cummings and Frost are my favorite poets/authors.

    Here is the other poem that I adore by Poe.

    A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
    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?

    Try and have a better day and look at some RobPorn…it always seems to help! 🙂

    Ciao bella

    • Thanks for the poem BB. Poe has been a favorite most of my life. I know most of his poems and stories by heart. I found a snippet of a poem he started (I have never found anything where it was finished) in an old poetry book and it makes an appearance in SofA. The moment i read it, like The Raven it stayed with me. I also love the great ones, Keats, Byron, Wordsworth, Longfellow, Kilmer, Millay… Can’t go wrong with good poetry, it Like the Pretty Inspires.

    • dazzledbyrp


      Isn’t this New Moon??? I wonder if it’s a coincidence or if S. Meyer knew the poem?

      • Nah you are thinking of Fire and Ice By Robert Frost BB

        Some say the world will end in fire,
        Some say in ice.
        From what I’ve tasted of desire
        I hold with those who favor fire.
        But if it had to perish twice,
        I think I know enough of hate
        To say that for destruction ice
        Is also great
        And would suffice.

  8. I hope that sharing such a beautiful post with us has helped to improve you day. It definitely improved mine.

  9. somanywards

    Thank you for sharing with us dear*
    Sending you Sunshine and love*

  10. Good Mornan RF,
    Hope you are havin a better mevnen:) lol
    Look at all these lovelies who care or give a ‘shit’ about how you’re feelin, Darlin….C’mon ,GF that alone should lift your spirits up a wee bit 🙂
    @ Nicole thanks for posting that poem from Poe.
    I thouroughly enjoyed reading it.
    Have a good day L.L’s [Lovely Ladies]
    you may not see me for a couple of days but you’ll be in my mind….
    …..and RF snap outta of it will ya!…..
    Happy RF is always a far better read, than a sad one….just saying…..

    • Nicole

      Your most welcome HBMama.

    • Yes indeed HBM Knowing People Care about you is always a great joy and knowing THIS group of Lovelies are the sweetest people i know have stopped by to say cheer up and feel better makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside 😀 {{{Group HUGZ}}}

      Don’t worry, I’ll be back to thrill you on thursday, lord willing, with either drool worthy panty poofing material or a few giggles.
      in the words Of Jasper Hale, if I let you down HBM let me offer
      “My Apologies Ma’am”

      • “My Apologies Ma’am”

        Ohhhh RF Jasper smexy Hales southern accent…..
        Oh sweet Lordy Lord… [lol]…..hubba hubba! lol
        That is as sweet as pie….
        Ya know i loved JH accent in Eclipse…..dontcha?
        *wipes forehead & eases my heatbeat* fann self…Whew! LMAO…
        Thanks Chicka your apologise accepted…
        Feelin betta darlin? I sure hope so….
        …have a great y’all….
        Hey? The slang ,Y’all is southern isn’t it?

        • …just a question the ‘group hugg thiang’…
          would that be a touchy feely typa hug?
          Or ust a across the shoulders ‘no torso typa touching going on’typa one?
          …just wondering

          just kidding…..and Im only kidding……Ok…..unless?????

          • s/b just &
            s/b an across.
            sorry 😉
            arhhhhh f..ken corrections, corrections…..
            gotta be politically correct dont I..

            • Yes um. Ya’all is southern as is Darlin’!
              My Apologies Ma’am is my fav Twilight Saga Line that does Not Belong to Edward quickly followed by “How You lika da rain Gurl?”

              don’t worry about the typos we all “Jizzytype” when we talk about The Pretty or “The Bone” its Totes Normal! Right RFM? MAGS? LOL

  11. eyeonrob1

    (((hugs RF))) So sorry you are having one of THOSE days. Yet your generous hoor heart prevailed and you posted a classic by one of my favorites. *blows a kiss to RF* Hope your burdens wash away soon. Thanks for sharing.

    • Oh see, now you just went and made me get all teary eyed! *wipes tears* see ya all are just the sweetest bunch hOOrs (really angels in disguise) and the lovliest women i knows! MWAH!

      Thank you BB!

  12. ilovealion

    great poem, great photos, great post.

    hope your day gets better, sweets!

  13. Sus

    Great post! Love this poem, and very fitting for this time of year!

    When I’m down, etc., I always go on YouTube and watch as many RobVids as I can….especially funny ones. I also watch Robsten ones, as I love them together, and think they are so cute!

    Thanks for being there for us, even if you didn’t feel like it! You’re the best!


  14. Up for a long day…First reflex? RA! I hope you’re feeling better RF! Rob sends his love :).

  15. Another great post, RF!!! Even when life sucks you still give us something to marvel at! Hope it all gets better soon, crappy life sucks!! Just know that we love you, my dear ❤

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