Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
\nOver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
\nWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
\nAs of someone gently rapping – rapping at my chamber door.<\/p>\n
The Raven<\/em>, Edgar Allan Poe<\/p>\n *****<\/p>\n Today I’m working on a translation of a story in which a raven stands guard in a widow’s window, terrifying passers-by.\u00a0 As I search for the right words to interpret the story, the lines of Poe’s The Raven<\/em> go round and round in my head.<\/p>\n Gustave Dor\u00e9 created the image in my header.\u00a0 It’s his<\/em> interpretation of Poe’s lines. 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 someone gently rapping – rapping at my chamber door. The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe ***** Today I’m working on a translation … <\/p>\n
\nThis and more of Dor\u00e9’s illustrations for The Raven<\/em> are available here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"