"The Raven" Edgar Allan Poe (Code-switched)

Apr 18, 2015

It was a dark and stormy midnight, while I thought, tired and weak
Reading many old and odd books of forgotten myths
I started dozing off, almost sleeping, and all of a sudden I heard a knock
It was like someone was gently striking in my front door
“It’s probably just some visitor” I said “Knocking in my front door”
That’s just it, nothing more

I remember it like it was yesterday, it was a cold december
And the dying flames casted their ghostly imprint on the floor
I just wanted it to be tomorrow, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen
from my books came a sadness, sadness for the death of Lenore
For the unique and shining lady that the angels called Lenore
Unnamed here forever and always

And the shiny, sad, and uncertain noise of each curtain
Excited me, I felt full of horror that fascinated me like never before
And now, listening to my heartbeat, I got up and said again
“It’s probably just some visitor that wants to come through the door,
just some late night visitor that wants to come through the door”
That is all, and nothing more

Immediately I had the courage, and I waited no more, saying
“Mister or misses, I am very sorry
but the thing is I was sleeping and then you came gently striking
and very softly I heard you knocking, at my front door
I wasn’t even sure if there was anybody there” Then I opened the door
Darkness was all there was

Taking a long look at the darkness, I stood there wondering, in fear
I doubted, I had dreams like no human had dared to dream before
Then there was a noise, and something moved
But there was only one word softly spoken, “Lenore?”
I whispered it, and then I heard it back, “Lenore!”
Only this, and nothing more



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Submitted by jforbes on Sun, 2015-04-26 19:49.

Nice translation ... I wonder if you could change a few of the references in the poem to make it the context a little more modern?