1882, Poe's Poetical Works, Moxon's Popular Poets
The other day at lunch, Jo, Annie and I were talking about birds; lovebirds Annie had seen courting in a tree, the pretty song of the finch, and last, a crow I had seen in my yard. "Ah, The Raven!" exclaimed Jo, as she disappeared into her mysterious basement, returning with an ages old, falling apart copy of Poe's Poetical Works. Inspired, we started listening, transfixed, to an audio version of the poem found by Annie who, in spite of not speaking English, seemed to enjoy the ominous sounds coming from her phone... Nevermore... Lenore... Nevermore...
Is a raven a crow? Jo said yes. I said a raven seems more noble. After all, Bob Dylan extolled Joan Baez's raven- not crow- like beauty!
Either way, what a pleasure to share this moment with three friends. Unexpected but so rewarding, and the first time I'd really appreciated the famous poem. Hooked, I continued reading the dilapidated book.
In his fascinating essay The Philosophy of Composition, Poe explains step by step how he wrote The Raven, assuring the reader his approach was purely technical, and not inspired by a dream-like state as some literary critics were saying.
However, in Analysis of "The Raven", biographer William Gill theorizes that Poe was aiming to protect his privacy against readers presuming they knew the origins of his inspiration, and that this could also be why he originally published the poem under a pseudonym. Gill argues that when he wrote the poem, Poe was under great stress fearing for the life of his ill wife, therefore vulnerable to visions and nightmares, and that the poem was certainly born of more than just technique.
A Life of Poe (by F.M.H), also included in this volume, attempts to rescue Poe from his bad reputation as a vile drunkard and troublemaker put forth by his literary rival Rufus Griswold in a memoir published soon after Poe's death in 1849. Although Griswold's claims were refuted by Poe's family and friends, the damage was done and Poe's reputation never fully recovered; 25 years passed before biographer William Gill painted Poe in a much more positive light, disputing many of Griswold's claims as being based on false information. To this day, there is no common agreement on all the facts, but these words ring true: It would be well for all poets, perhaps, if nothing more were known of their lives than what they infuse into their poetry...for it is impossible for the true poet to veil himself from his readers. What he writes he is. (Memoir of Edgar Allan Poe, Widdleton, 1867)
Did you know?
a large crow.
One day after post: this bird was in our yard this morning...is it an omen? Is it a raven?