Halloween Poetry Reading – The Raven (scary poem)


good day this is trip we have a poetry
reading today from Edgar Allan Poe the Raven as you can see I’ve moved into a
different room and back with me is my grandmother’s china cabinet that she
left to me I’m enjoying my peppermint herbal tea today and this beautiful little fragrant
autumn leaves and pumpkins it’s a spice it’s just a wonderful day
and hope your day is going just as well injury week
nikka allen poe is known for his poetry and especially his short stories tales
of mystery and the macabre he was one of the central figures of
romanticism in the United States I remembered I remember enjoying studying
the Romantic period he was one of the earliest practitioners of the short
story he lived from 1809 to 1849 and he published a poem this poem The
Raven in 1845 and it made him a household name instantly how much did he
receive for this effort he was paid about $9 this poem tells of a of a
strange visit to a to a distraught lover and traces the man’s gradual descent
into kind of a madness he’s missing very much there the lover that he was had have you liked my pumpkins my scarecrow we’re all together here today and
actually the book that I’m reading from is a book handed down today well no
series of books by my father this one was published in 1934 when he
was a little boy ten years old he and his brother got these books and that’s
how they received some other education outside of school so let’s begin to
Raven yes Guerin 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 was
someone gently rapping rapping at my chamber door tis some visitor invited
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 angel’s 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 in 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
and so faintly came tapping tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I
heard you here I opened wide the door darkness stare deep into that darkness
peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no
mortal 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 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 sure they said I surely that is something at my windows
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 and not the
least absence made he not a minute stopped or stayed he but with mien of
Lord or lady perched upon my chamber door
perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door perched and said 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
sure quoth the Raven so 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 blessed
with seeing bird above his chamber door bird or beast upon the sculptured bust
above his chamber door with such a 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 to 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 said engaged
in guessing but no syllable expressing to the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned
into my business core this and morissette dividing with my head at ease
reclining other cushions of the 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 a wretch I
cried thy god hath led to 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 the prophet said I thing of evil be that
word our sign of 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 that beak out in 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 demons 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 I reading from Edgar Allan Poe the Raven

26 thoughts on “Halloween Poetry Reading – The Raven (scary poem)

  1. The Raven was one of my favorite poems growing up and I’m so excited to hear this!!😄❤️😄

  2. I really like the doll
    The story behind it is really cute
    Ps: I’m having a wonderful day

  3. Poe’s raven is honestly such a cliche classic that it makes it just that much better for Halloween 🙂

  4. I appreciate it that you put that much work in making the background as Halloween as possible!

  5. Now this is good audio….I hear the mic has to be facing your lips to hear you good…Love Edgar Allan Poe.

  6. hallo
    im from indonesia
    i love your video🥰
    happy halloween🎉❤️

  7. Love the decor and ambiance of the room and poetry! Lovely video and history lesson as well as family history ❤️

  8. Love ya, grandpa!! Ur a well spoken man with manners and I think a lot of compassion for others. I don’t know but just what I gathered. Keep doing u and forget the haters. They’re just jealous. We need more men like you in this country now days.

  9. You put so much thought into your video and I really respect you. I promise you keep doing what your doing and by the end of the year you’ll have at least 20k subs. Just remember that.

  10. I love your poetry reading videos
    I had a quite good day now it's time to go to sleep 🙂

  11. I love this poem! Great set up and tie. I’ll finish the video when it’s my bed time 😴

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