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Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”   Leave a comment

The Raven — Photo-Artistry by kenne

  “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.”
 
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

A Photo-Artistry Image for Halloween   1 comment

Raven--Edit-3-blog.jpgA Photo-Artistry Image for Halloween by kenne

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.”
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

“Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”   Leave a comment

raven-0471-2-art-blog-iiRaven in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

“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.”

—  Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

A Christmas Raven As Sun, In The Canyon   1 comment

Agua Caliente-9221 Art blog IIA Christmas Raven As Sun, In The Canyon — Image by kenne

Once upon a morning sunny,

I pondered the “Tucson blue” sky,

On the day before Christmas.

No time for a quaint and curious

Volume of forgotten lore,

I watch a black as the sun raven

Steered the gusty canyon winds,

Soaring up over the nearby ridge,

Suddenly entering a deep dive,

With a croak and deep, gurgling call —

“Only this and nothing more.”

— kenne

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”   2 comments

Image by kenne

“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!”

  — from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

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Posted August 22, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry

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