The Raven
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Love Lost
The feeling you get from losing someone you loved is almost impossible to put on paper. The feeling of losing something you truly love is the objective Edgar Allen Poe is trying to show in this poem. When looking at the poem you can see that the narrator name isn’t revealed and is stressed. While by himself this unexpected bird accompanies him and is like a symbol of the supernatural come to talk to him. This is displeasing to the narrator because it is just a bird. His agony for his love lost Lenore has already devoured him, even before the bird comes to his chamber. He is so lonely and crazed; he unmistakable makes the bird into something other than just a bird, making a midway for him to express his appalling emotions into something that is not himself. This man was on the edge and anything could have pushed him over. The poem “The Raven” through the narrator shows a darkened observation of love loss, after life and all hope being loss.
Poe has a couple paragraphs before the raven shows up so the reader can see the state of the narrator. The narrator’s voice and his words are contemplative of his condition. He interprets the lapse of time as “midnight dreary” and “bleak December” (Poe 838). He is not doing that great. His agony for Lenore is interfering with his outlook on everything around him. He is “weak and weary” (Poe 838). He is mentally weak, and life is very difficult for him right now.
To try to get rid of his sorrow the narrator seeks out reading books. “Sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore” (Poe 838). Sadly, reading books does not aid him in his agony; he constantly is dreaming, always aware of his love lost. The books and the setting of the chamber are well-known to him and the moments he was with Lenore. These give the narrator little or no relief, and he must discover something different to employ his time.
The narrator should seek out human companionship. He is entirely alone, and any kind...
The feeling you get from losing someone you loved is almost impossible to put on paper. The feeling of losing something you truly love is the objective Edgar Allen Poe is trying to show in this poem. When looking at the poem you can see that the narrator name isn’t revealed and is stressed. While by himself this unexpected bird accompanies him and is like a symbol of the supernatural come to talk to him. This is displeasing to the narrator because it is just a bird. His agony for his love lost Lenore has already devoured him, even before the bird comes to his chamber. He is so lonely and crazed; he unmistakable makes the bird into something other than just a bird, making a midway for him to express his appalling emotions into something that is not himself. This man was on the edge and anything could have pushed him over. The poem “The Raven” through the narrator shows a darkened observation of love loss, after life and all hope being loss.
Poe has a couple paragraphs before the raven shows up so the reader can see the state of the narrator. The narrator’s voice and his words are contemplative of his condition. He interprets the lapse of time as “midnight dreary” and “bleak December” (Poe 838). He is not doing that great. His agony for Lenore is interfering with his outlook on everything around him. He is “weak and weary” (Poe 838). He is mentally weak, and life is very difficult for him right now.
To try to get rid of his sorrow the narrator seeks out reading books. “Sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore” (Poe 838). Sadly, reading books does not aid him in his agony; he constantly is dreaming, always aware of his love lost. The books and the setting of the chamber are well-known to him and the moments he was with Lenore. These give the narrator little or no relief, and he must discover something different to employ his time.
The narrator should seek out human companionship. He is entirely alone, and any kind...