Edgar Allan Poe-The Raven- Read by James Earl Jones
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- Опубліковано 17 сер 2010
- The Raven was written by Edgar Allan Poe. Read by James Earl Jones. Effects and music added, as well as images related to the raven. A fan video made by a fellow poet.
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It's interesting how this is often considered a horror poem, but whenever I read it, it always seemed more depressing than scary. This rendition seems to emphasize that the best.
Yea. Same. Poe wrote later in his philosophy of composition that the single feeling he tried to achieve was melocholy
Faith Elizabeth Yeah, at least in his poetry, I always felt that it exuded more of a dour or sad tone than a horrific one. His short stories tended to be more in the horror/thriller vein, I feel. Cool to see someone who also feels that way.
it is, according to an essay by Poe, a satire on a literary style that was popular at the time.
Really? Well, that's ironic, considering how it's often touted as a gothic masterpiece. I bet all the "tortured ones" would feel a bit silly if they knew that.
Yep, he said that it was based on the tortured student motif, the raven was chosen because they can talk and it was a better choice than a parrot. He wrote some funny stuff. "Never Bet the Devil Our Head" and an essay on editing for a local literary group.
Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore"
"WHY YOU LITTLE..."
Quaff, oh quaff !!!
Uh-oh! 😯
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from OFF. MY. DOOR.
D'oh! Stupid censer!
*Throws flower vase* D'oh, I missed!
Mufasa telling Simba a bedtime story
+CBright7831 Darth Vader telling simba a bedtime story
CBright7831 Yep
+Dave Acron This was the one story Vader read to Luke
An 8 minute bedtime story, I'm asleep already, but then waking up cause I wanna hear the rest.
I'm very sorry but this poem is the best in history and the Lion King is completely irrelevant
JEJ has the voice to do this. Nobody could've done it better.
Quoth the passive aggressive raven, "Nevermind."
It's fine.
This is the best thing I've ever read
Quoth the Sith Lord,
"No, I am your father"
🤣
A voice like dark chocolate and warm honey. Mr Jones could be reading the ingredients from a soup can and I'd still be spellbound.
You should hear Christopher Lee
@@kellylife3959 I listened to the version read by Sir Christopher Lee about two years ago, and loved it. He gave the poem a wealth that few have matched. But James Earl Jones' voice is just so amazing, it really doesn't matter what he reads.
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i like the simpson's one and the raven (bart) says "eat my shorts" or something
He could be reading a school yearbook talking in this tone with his voice and I would love to listen to it.
This is probably my favourite oral interpretation of this poem. Christopher Lee's is a bit too slow for my liking. The haunting music helps here as well.
same
This and that of Bincent Price for sure imo
I love reading this poem myself. More so than anything else I've ever read. It's incredibly fun to read. It's the true genius of this poem, the flow and the vocabulary, I love it.
English Lessons with Alex (engVid AlexESLvid) pp
There's no match for Christopher Lee, his recitation is just like pouring Soul in to the story..........He reads is with so much passion and those perfectly timed glottal stops and crisp word endings, adding a whole lot of prestige to his already aristocratically styled British accent. Aah!! man its so mesmerizing I can llisten to him Sir Christopher Lee all day long........
Quote the Raven: "Remember who you are."
Whoah that's deep
Quoth the Raven: 'My son works??!!!'
"I am your father."
@@TheJimmyClip 😂
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 name 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 stillness 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 upon 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 farther 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 fancy 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, ghastly, 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 hath 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 name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name 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!
thank you
Que belleza de lectura del Raven
Èklair i
I know it's been 2 years since you took the time to post that, but thanks!
Pretty cool man
You know, you could just fall asleep just listening to his voice narrating the Raven
exactly what I'm doing right now
+Bodybag 15 same
I wish it was read by Morgan Freeman
That's why I do it before bed
+Thunder-Wing175 I'm trying to get my children to do just that
The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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 name 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 stillness 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 upon 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 farther 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 fancy 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, ghastly, 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 hath 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 name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name 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!
I must comment…
Thanks.
Quoth the raven
Bart:nevermore
Homer:why you little
Bart:uh-oh
thank you!
I never knew he did a straight version! His performance on The Simpsons was quite compelling, I'm glad he redid it.
I feel the same!
Between the sheer power of James Earl Jones' voice, the rain and thunder, and the very fitting background music, this is the best reading of this around.
the music is terrible destroys the whole reading. its not television its a poem
His voice makes the poem seem horrifically sombre and melancholy, especially with the music in the background. My favourite reading of the tale yet.
"Requiem for the Nameless Dead" by Adrian von Ziegler is what is playing in the background.
Thanks, wonderful song
thanks I was wondering! beautiful song and well fitting this reading
upvote for friendly music knowledge
Thank You! I was wanting to find out. It's beautiful!!!
Sounds beautifully saddening. '
I love this poem so much. Poe captures the pain and sorrow of grieving for a loved one and the fear that you’ll never see them again and they are well and truly gone. It’s something we’ll all feel one day and it’s oddly comforting to know that those feelings aren’t new and that you aren’t the only one to feel that.
My Father read that to me just before he died. Now I know why Thank you
Well said.
Darth Vader reading gothic poetry.
Eargasm is an understatement.
Gothic poetry is so hauntingly beautiful.
As a poet myself, I am beyond impressed with James Earl Jones and his interpretation of this all-time classic poem. Mr. Jones is not just one of the greatest actors of the past century, but an American national (and international) treasure.
I don't like Edgar Allan Poe I think he's depressing and scary
@@marynicholson5494 art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. You are lucky that this is not comforting to you.
Darth Vader: “Perhaps you think you're being treated unfairly?"
Raven: “Nevermore."
Darth Vader: “Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave a garrison here."
His lost Padme
Quote the Lando: This deal's gettin' worse all the time.
this is an excellent version. While he tried to read it with the intended meaning, he kept an eye to the musicality too, which is something others often disregard.
Unintentional ASMR?
This is too good.
Yes! I was posting this on Facebook and said how much I love JEJ because he has the most ASMR voice ever!
Poe, a true artist. I absolutely love this poem and read by James Earl Jones, perfection. The music and sounds add so much to the experience and dark atmosphere of the poem. It builds you up, man. This video is amazing
This is the best rendition of the Raven I've ever heard. Man, what a voice! Truly one in a million.
+irvgaddi21 I like Lee's and Walken's more, but this is one of the best!
Mufasa, Thulsa Doom, Darth Vader, and now E.A. Poe; is there nothing this man DOESN'T make epically badass? I think not!
Sandlot
“This is CNN.”
This has got the one of the best renditions of Poe’s work I have heard. James Earl Jones manifests with words creating the scene in your mind. You truly experience all the emotions of the character.
Vader: Luke... I am Lenore
Quoth Luke: Nevermore
This is the greatest poem ever written!
IT gives me the chills every time I read it.
Its amazing how a few verses of well written literature can conjure so many frightful images. Your imagination is so powerful.
There called verses in songs. Stanzas in poems.
James Earl Jones is truly something. It made me feel more when he read this poem, than when others read it.
SAME!!!!!
"Throws his shadow on the floor." I always loved that line.
I wish Others would comment their favourite line...
And now that I think of it, if everybody did that, you would probably have the Entire poem composed of every individuals favourite lines
This poem- every time, this poem makes my eyes tear up. The message Poe brings us in the unyielding shape of Nevermore is one beautiful, yet daunted. A message we will forget nevermore.
Simba, I am your Raven.
ha ha! okay i get it now! wow thats funny!
THIS IS FAKE NEWS.
No it shouldnt be luke... that would only be 2/3 as funny
Well... well well well... well well well well... look who we have here...
Leave no black plume as a token for that lie thy soul has spoken leave my loneliness unbroken quit the bust above my door take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from out my door quote the raven,nevermore
You can feel all the mental suffferings of Allan poe and him as a unique person I resonates with him...
❤ James Earl Jones' voice always gives me goosebumps!
Nothing else could chill me to the bone than James Earl Jone's voice,particularly when reading a gothic masterpiece,only to this can i fully immerse myself
So this is how Mufasa met Zazu
lol
TheBaltoRevolution yupp
I like that joke. Very cool.
Quoth the hornbill, "Nevermore".
"Quoth the raven... Eat my shorts!"
"Bart! Stop it! He says "Nevermore", and that's all he'll ever say."
"WHY YOU LITTLE!"
Lol
Lisa: Bart stop it he said nevermore and thats all he’ll ever say
Bart: ok ok
the voice of James Earl Jones is soothing yet is very good at describing the pain and fear that Poe feels.
A voice so powerful. And yet he can bring peace in an instant.
Looks like it's Poetry Slam Night aboard the Death Star!
99thJediWarrior
Lenore could be a stand in for padme
We do not grant you the rank of rhyme master
Edgar Allen Poes work is so amazing. He is the best writer in my opinion
This poem is just sad! I feel depressed after this. That being said, this is my favorite poem.
His voice just amplifies the writing so much it's almost unbearable to have the two come together. Good god this is so awesome
I could listen to this man all day, thank you.
I Gave the raven as a speech a whole year ago, and i still have it memorized word for word. It just stays with you soo well.
Everyone that takes in this poem from time to time has something inside them that is a raven that never lets them rest.
Darth Mufasa's voice lines sound pretty good.
The greatest poem of a lost love.... Ever. I will miss my love for all time. Maybe in another life we will be together.... Nevermore. I love CNC. - Eternally yours JMC.
I felt they came back in the bleak of december to take him last sentence soul shadow on the floor. My dad died in dec. He was quoting this poem never heard him do it before my mom passed 2016 so idk if she came for him but all seems so coincidental
No matter what, they are together now. And Im sure watching over you. You will see them again one day. 🙏🏽
Command and Conquer was also my first love ;)
I never get tired of hearing this, combined with the soundtrack! A master piece to my ears!
"God help my soul" were his dying words.
A tortured soul who walked the razor's edge between madness and "...long horrible intervals of sanity."
God damn, this was haunting and beautiful. The sheer relaxed tone of his voice is a national treasure
Here I opened up the door, Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into this darkness peering, long I stood there wandering, fearing. Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal dared to dream before. (This shall be on my gravestone, gives me goosebumpss every time!)
In High School I tried to memorize this poem for the speech class. I got maybe half way through but it was too much. James Earl Jones did a fine job. I enjoyed his reading very much.
No wonder why the segment of The Raven in The Simpsons Tree House Of Horror is a favorite. Especially being as read passionately by James Earl Jones just as it is here.
This is beautiful, My mind needed this.
My soul needed it.
quoth the raven, "nah"
Morganiss Quoth the raven “Eat my shorts!”
Quoth the raven, “No! Fuck you!”
quoth the raven "uno reverse card"
😂
Quoth the raven, "no u"
Lord Earl Jones, your voice is more of an echo, within it it is often a sound of a deep velvet sound of the darkness, where the shadows can chant a dark spell of horror and yet, you speak it like a story.
I love it
A bedtime story narrated by Darth Vader would definitely put many kids to sleep peacefully
All time favorite. Love it.
Who else has to read this for school so they went here to listen to it?
To have loved and lost can be hell on earth. And only through true love can it once again bring you back to the light.
This is one of my favorites by Edgar Allan poe...mainly because its sends a chill up my spine everytime I read it
I love this! Edgar Allen Poe writes such beautiful yet dark poetry x
The last stanza of this poem sends tingles up my spine every single time. Great reading. James Earl Jones is one of the finest actors this country ever produced. That, and I'm a Simpsons fan :-). I couldn't say enough nice things about him and his work.
In case anyone was curious, the name of music is Requiem for the Nameless Dead - Classical Gothic Music.
I cant get enough ofbthe classics, ESPECIALLY Edgar Allen Poe!!
I would love to Live in a dark Mansion, on a lonely hill, where it rains often, oh, Paradise
ah, i knew i wasn't the only one...
Darth Vader reciting The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe... Your argument is invalid...
who was also mufasa in the lion king series
i mean he
Oh yeah? Christopher Lee, who played Dracula, and Saruman the White recited this as well. Also an excellent reading of the poem
UA-cam comments, nevermore
James Earl Jones’s voice mixed with Edgar Allan Poe’s writing, along with the haunting music, only adds beauty to something tragic.
The Erie and dark music in the background plus ,James Earl Jones voice make it a masterpiece.
Quoth the Raven "No I am your father"
Mr Brownstone lol
🤣🤣🤣
LOVE THIS!! FAVORITE POEM OF ALL-TIME
Imagine having a love one dead and you come outside and hear their voice and see a mocking bird
Everytime I read or hear this poem I always think. Why has this never been made into a Live Action Movie. 🙏🙏🙏
Wow ... i am almost speechless at this powerful, mesmerizing rendering of this, my most favorite dramatic composition from my early teens. I used to know this piece by heart back then, i was so fascinated by it. BEAUTIFULLY, perfectly done, Mr. Jones. No one could have done greater justice to it. Mr. Poe himself would bedumbfoundedly elated with this performance. BRAVO!
Well said!!! I agree❤ I've learned the first eight paragraphs by heart, because my grandfather used to read this to me as a child
Quoth the raven, "The bargain, I am altering. Pray I alter it nevermore."
This was the first poem I ever memorized, and therefore when I listen to it I see myself at 13 years standing up and reciting the whole thing from memory for my Junior High school English teacher (thank you Mr. Bippus!). At the time I fortunately had no real clue about horror or melancholy or satire but as a 60 year old, I feel that taken far enough, as in this poem, 'horror', 'melancholy', and even 'satire' all blend together into the same place (responding to various comments about the genre of the poem). Great to hear JEJ read it ... he is fantastic.
This is the most beautiful reading of the poem I've heard yet.
This is poem I could listen to everyday!
Maybe the best poem ever written
I;m glad after many years and much urging he finally did the whole poem. I doubt anyone would ever do it as good.
I love the mix of the music with this! James Earl Jones has the best voice for this poem! My favourite! 😊
American voices with gravitas are all too rare. Thank the gods for James Earl Jones.
I don't think I caught a word of this whole thing I was too lost in the voice to hear sentences
Perfect match. A classic American actor reciting a classic American poet.
I love this poem, this guy has a great voice for reading.
One of my favorite Halloween poems. I'm a fan of Edgar Allen Poe.
Then spell his name properly.
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Yeah you can't call yourself a fan if you don't know how to spell his name. (Edgar Allan Poe)
MyName Is Irrelevant just because she didn't spell it right doesn't mean she's not a true fan
Oh you're a fan of Edgar Allan Poe? If you were, you'd know that this isn't a "Halloween" poem, you'd also be able to spell his name properly. imbecile.
James Earl Jones was born to read to The Raven.
There should be more poems he read on youtube. I can listen all the poems from this voice. This is so impressive.
This is the best reading of the 3 Raven readings I've heard.
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 stillness 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.
"Quote the raven, NEVERMORE"
Why you little
What a beautiful voice JEJ possesses.
This poem is forever so beautiful ❤ it captures grief brilliantly. … a feeling we will all experience one way or another
“You know what would be scarier than nothing? ANYTHING!”-Bart Simpson.
Honestly, as a kid Born in ‘84 and having been there from the first Treehouse, only that and this version have been some of the best parts of Halloween over the years.
Couldn’t agree more. Born in 87, I have to watch the first treehouse of horror every halloween
I love Edgar Allen Poe..crazy deep..crazy creative..crazy harmless mind to others..crazy brilliant minds are their own enemy..but worth it
This is and always will be my all time favorite thing ever written
Great voice, great book. Cheers,