Original: The Raven

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well I have seen some text art at da and I wanted to give it a try text art is fun, its fun working with words who doesnt love edgar allan poe, the whole poem is in there

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Edgar Allan Poe
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 named 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 mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness 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 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; -
'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 blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above 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 sad soul 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, 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 lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has 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 named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`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 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 lamp-light 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!


Chosen by EternalParadox and Chloe

You really need a lot of patience to pull this kind of work off and Swordfish-II definitely has it!
You'll need to full-view to get the entire effect: delicate attention to small details such as the smaller branches. A simple background doesn't distract from this wonderful piece of work.
Nicely done, Swordfish-II!

Proposed by EternalParadox and highlighted by Chloe.

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  1. Fran Retired Moderator Oct 13, 2007

    Oh, this looks so unique
    Love the typography. The colors are so cool too.
    Excellent job, it's quite good to see something as original as this

  2. animanga Oct 14, 2007

    Awesome! I love the idea of it being composed of words and I love that poem too! :D

  3. EternalParadox Retired Moderator Oct 14, 2007

    I love it. Great literature turned great art. What else can you ask for?

  4. abul Oct 14, 2007

    o_O /:o
    its crazy!

  5. MapleRose Retired Moderator Oct 16, 2007

    word-art! awesome idea and great execution ^^

    not sure about the colour choices though... red on blue is rather hard on the eyes >.< Maybe red on black, or black on blue, or black on red....

  6. Misato-Kun Oct 16, 2007

    Like I said, this would be an awesome T-shirt!

  7. DarthTofu Oct 17, 2007

    Woah. Word art. That's like... word.
    I love it.

  8. gaara-no-shukaku Oct 18, 2007

    Too awesome to be missed. I can't imagine to do somethin like that. o_0
    Though the colours are abit weird.. to me.

  9. peniko Oct 19, 2007

    congrats sowrdfish! xD i always adore your thypographi style :3 really stylish

  10. queerisblue Oct 19, 2007

    Damn! This is good *__*

  11. ASH-Hikari Oct 19, 2007

    Wow, this is amazing! It deserves the highlight! Only 15 faves? That should change soon!

  12. chubbykitty Oct 19, 2007

    One of the most famous poems illustrated like this is really suiting. Great work!

  13. HikaruKage Oct 19, 2007

    love the poem. good job!

  14. AngelKate Oct 20, 2007

    Oh wow, this is awesome! I love that poem, and you did a great job with this text-illustration. It suits the poem so well. Great job!

  15. DREAM Oct 20, 2007

    major props for the originality here- Poe kicks serious ass.

  16. inREVERIEforever Oct 22, 2007

    Sweet, it's The Raven in text art form. The poem is a great piece of literature art. Simply amazing and beautiful.

  17. ShadowDreamer16 Oct 22, 2007

    Excellent Job! I really love it.

  18. Phill Oct 23, 2007

    I just love this and i love Edgar Allan Poe too, this can be used for a book cover or something, i just absolutely Love it

  19. Steffi1690 Moderator Sep 07, 2010

    WOW that is all written! Looks good ^.^

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