"Nevermore"
The Crow
Edgar Alan Poe
Edgar Alan Poe
It was in this catatonic, nearly dying state that a revelation arose within me.
It began as a faint sensation, a simple question carried on the wind.
It began as a faint sensation, a simple question carried on the wind.
The call, resembling a melody, bore a feeling difficult to explain, for it was of the same substance that weighs down minds whose very existence has been questioned. But little by little, it turned into an obsessive thought, mutating until the thirst for an answer became a desperate need to survive.
What unknown and inescapable force compels me to wander through this dreadful eternity?
What false yearning for a return home makes me foolishly pursue a “nevermore”?
What false yearning for a return home makes me foolishly pursue a “nevermore”?
Nevermore.
How chilling is the result of the perfect combination of these two simple words, forming a paradoxical equation, casting a terrible spell, dictating the worst of verdicts, incomprehensible to the limited and fragile mortal existence.
How chilling is the result of the perfect combination of these two simple words, forming a paradoxical equation, casting a terrible spell, dictating the worst of verdicts, incomprehensible to the limited and fragile mortal existence.
“In a desert, there is a tower
Inside the tower, a board
Upon the board, a pawn
Before the pawn, a mirror
In the mirror, a reflection
Inside the reflection, my head
In my head, a desert
In a desert, there is a tower...”
Inside the tower, a board
Upon the board, a pawn
Before the pawn, a mirror
In the mirror, a reflection
Inside the reflection, my head
In my head, a desert
In a desert, there is a tower...”
If merely contemplating Beauty — the only form of the spiritual visible to mortals — causes the sensitive soul to tremble with burning fears,
how would it be for that same mortal to comprehend the Eternal, even for a single instant?
how would it be for that same mortal to comprehend the Eternal, even for a single instant?
A vision of sacred terror is poured into the vessel of his being,
casting him into the terrifying void of comprehension —
transformed into a messenger of the gods,
a prophet,
a madman.
casting him into the terrifying void of comprehension —
transformed into a messenger of the gods,
a prophet,
a madman.
