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- Subject: Edgar "Mellow" Poe
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- Date: 8 Apr 1995 15:25:27 GMT
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- Disclaimer: Forgive me, Edgar, and forgive me, Dr. Mellow.
-
-
- After examining many great works of literature, I have come to believe
- that many of the great poets and writers of centuries past have actually
- been influenced by the great Dr. Mellow.
-
- "How can this be?" you ask. "Most of them were dead before Dr. Mellow was
- born!" The explanation is simple. While it currently is not possible for
- us to travel through time, those from the future can. Whilst travelling
- through the continuum, a voyager from the future picked up Dr. Mellow and
- took him on a journey through time in order to influence the cultures
- and philosophies of the past to merge together at a point in the future
- in a utopia on which the words, thoughts, and precepts of Dr. Mellow are
- the basis for much of society.
-
- "Where is the proof?" you ask. It is apparent in many of the writings of
- the great philosophers of time past, such as Edgar Allen Poe. Recently,
- while searching through his ancestral abode, archaeologists discovered an
- earlier draft of "The Raven" in Poe's closet. Following is the text in full.
-
-
- 1845
- THE RAVEN
- by Edgar "Mellow" Poe
-
- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
- Over many a quaint and curious volume of the Icehouse lore,
- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
- As done in Magic: The Gathering, rapping at my chamber door.
- "'Tis some country star," I muttered, "tapping at my Wood Hall 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 Magic Card whom the Gathering names 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 Wood Hall door-
- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my Wood Hall 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 Wood Hall 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 Gatherer ever dared to dream before;
- But the pot pie was unbroken, and the pot pie 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 Wood Hall turning, all my soul within me burning,
- Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat 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;-
- Bonsai 'tis, 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 beside my Wood Hall door-
- Perched upon a branch of bonsai just beside my Wood Hall 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, "Mellow More."
-
- 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 beside his Wood Hall door-
- Bird or beast upon the sculptured branch beside his Wood Hall door,
- With such name as "Mellow More."
-
- But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid branch, 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, "Mellow More."
-
- 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 'Mellow- Mellow More'."
-
- 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 "Mellow More."
-
- This I sat engaged in thinking, while Icehouse I was drinking
- 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, Mellow More!
-
- 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, "Mellow More."
-
- "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, "Mellow More."
-
- "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 Magic Card whom the angels name Lenore-
- Clasp a rare and radiant Magic Card whom the angels name Lenore."
- Quoth the Raven, "Mellow More."
-
- "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 branch beside my door!
- Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
- door!"
-
- Quoth the Raven, "Wanna see my butt?"
-
- And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
- On the pallid branch of bonsai just beside my Wood Hall 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- Mellow More!
-
-
-
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