I had a similar experience but when I opened wide the door it turned out to be my probation officer.

Fantastic

This is my favorite version of The Raven.

Poe was one of the first American writers to go so deep in a character's mental/ psychological state. This was very well depicted in the film and the narration was done nicely, too!

That raven has no respect for people mourning a lost one. Very rude bird I must say.

For his lost Lenore Poe bore a treasured piece of lore Which will linger forever more

I love the way they added that bottle of absinthe, anyone who knows the history of the drink will understand.

The sheer genius of this poem is frightening. It is magnificent masterpieces like these that make me think "Are we really alone?"

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. "'T is 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 "'T is 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 mortals 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: 'T is 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 further 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 lamplight 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!

Today, 19 January 2015 Mr. Poe has 206 years. Happy birthday!

This needs more views then it has. It deserves way more.

absolutely brilliant, and Poe's classic poem is read perfectly. This is a classic representation of the very spirit of Poe.

A well done adaptation, great mood, tone, and atmosphere. With a wonderful narrator complementing and expressing that same mood and tone. A wise choice to film it in black and white, with great lighting, casting dark and earry shadows. The look of the Raven is haunting and disturbing. The Cinematography and Production Design are excellent as well.

i love this video so much.. when the raven says "nevermore" for the last part, oh man i just get chills everytime and i love it

Everyone says this is a scary story and is a horror but I just see it as a sad, intense story! Anyone else?

The Glow (In the style of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe) Later upon a midnight dark, my heart was heavy, soul was stark, I pondered Edgar’s “Raven” while I paced the floorboards to and fro- While I walked there, wild and aimless, blaming hardship on the blameless, Suddenly there came a faceless nameless entity aglow. “’Tis a ghost or specter, surely; I assume this from its glow- Ah! This much, at least, I know!” I think back and do remember this took place in late November; I was on one of my benders, suffering from angst and woe. I took a few sips of Chablis; felt the coldest air ‘round me- Peered out my window, past the tree-spied him standing in the snow. It was him-but how could it be? How came he to stand in snow? He’d been killed, this much I know! But there he was, my old friend, the friend whose life I’d caused to end- And then his spirit did ascend to my window very slow. I jumped back then, clearly shaken; rubbed my eyes, was I mistaken? Pinched myself, tried to awaken-could I be sleeping? Oh, no! I had full possession of my senses; I wasn’t sleeping-oh, no! I was awake, this I know! He stood there still, barely moving, with a look so disapproving, Put a damper on my boozing, on my Chablis and Bordeaux- I fought my fear, tried to be brave; tried to discern him friend or knave- I asked how came he from the grave I’d put him in long ago? “This cannot be! How are you free? I murdered you long ago! Killed you dead, this much I know!” Riven with guilt, unforgiven, “How come you among the livin’?” He just stood, no answer given-his silence quite apropos. I admit that I was craven as I stood there in my haven, I equated Edgar’s “Raven” with this ghost in my chateau. “How can this be? How came you free? How came you to my chateau? You’re dead! You’re dead! This, I know!” Still he floated, ever glowing; no emotion his face showing- Never showing signs of going-he just stood there in his glow. “Is this revenge, or some sick joke?” I asked him as I took a poke- I poked him in his spectral cloak, but my hand passed through his glow. My hand passed through, my elbow too; my dead friend was naught but glow! He was a ghost, this I know! The wind outside, fiercely blowing; he stayed quiet, only glowing; Left me ignorant, unknowing, “Tell me what I want to know!” I was nervous, I was addled. There, I stuttered; there I prattled. Confused, half-drunk, I was rattled, and outside the wind did blow. Blowing, gusting, in a fury; how that wicked wind did blow! “Tell me! Tell me! I must know!” I was perplexed, I tried to think. I quickly poured myself a drink; “If you are dead, why don’t you stink? Can you speak, or only glow?” His inaction was quite daunting; it was clear that he was flaunting His ability at haunting and ability to glow … Glowing, showing me no mercy-oh my! How bright he did glow! “Please tell me, I need to know!” Though his presence there was shocking, I sat in my rocker, rocking, With his silence, he was mocking, a prolonged, ghostly tableau. But he remained there, unblinking; no whispered sounds, no chains clinking, Against reasonable thinking; “Tell me why you’re here, or go!” He did not answer, he just glowed … glowed … and neither did he go, Changing everything I know … Never more nervous, I was tense; in quite a state of deep suspense- This apparition made no sense-I gulped down some more Bordeaux. He just floated, hovered, glowing; apprehension swiftly growing, Nary a sign was he showing he’d tell what I asked to know- What I needed, what I wanted, everything I longed to know. “Tell me now! I need to know!” I succumbed to mental illness, drinking in the obscene stillness- Violent winds took on a shrillness-I cursed my specter and Poe. I shouted at him glowing there, “Stay here or leave- I do not care! But you’ll not drive me from my lair; not ghost, or raven, or Poe! I’ll stay and drink here in my chair! Drink to you and Mister Poe! I’ll drink my wine, this I know!” “I’ll drink myself into a fit, I’ll die right here, right where I sit! This rocking chair I shall not quit! I’ll drink ‘til I die and glow!” I cursed my friend and drank my wine, I did not stop to bathe or dine; There I remained in my confine watching my ghostly friend glow. I sat rocking and drinking-still, unblinking-and now I glow … I glow, and finally know! © 2014 The Poet Darkling™

Lenore's portrait adds so much to this video. I just recently started reading this poem and trying to find different readers. So far, this and Christopher Lee are my favs. Hoping there are James Earl Jones, Tom Hiddleston and Gilbert Gottfried versions out there. :)

If someone was taking that long to answer the door I would of left

Happy birthday, Mr. Poe. 207 years: 19 january 1809-19 january 2016 "That the play is the tragedy, "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm"

The mood was intense, creepy, overwhelming. The way he was speaking to the bird with detph in his voice like he was going insane brought the mood to my attention & his intentions on speaking to the bird

this video is the most underrated video on youtube

I love the beauty of this poem

i want to have that raven, the design is so amazingly creepy, good lawdy lord

This is fantastic. Romantic and even beautiful! This is by far the best raven reading I have known.

This is AWESOME! This is splendid! This is mind blowing! I almost died!

So this is when it feels like to have psyche sides without realising it... When an individual traps himself to the point of ultimately killing him/herself .. The raven within him... Best poem ever :)

I like this. I love the way Leonore's face changes in the picture on the wall. The woman's shadow on the floor is his soul trapped and tormented grieving for Leonore

Wow!! was that a real Raven?? It looked so realistic......

Excellent rendition of one of my favorite poems. Thank you.

I had this on dvd before I moved. Louis Morabito was amazing. The acting is very good.

i love his voice

Edgar Allen poe such a good poet and writer

(Stands up and claps) Bravo! Bravo! That was brilliant.

Better than it even has sounded in my head. Thank you

Very well done. I love this version.

this is my favorite poem ever! i love edgar allan poes works! this was truly phenomenal!

I really enjoyed this interpretation and dramatization of The Raven very much! Added to Faves!!!

it is a one of a kind poem.

we read this at the beginning of the year and I have loved it ever since

Gorgeous!

I love this poem so much.

best version of the raven

It's creepy how the portrait changes! OMG! Chills.

This video was amazing

So haunting. I love this so much!

thats voice tho makes it very suspenseful..

I have memorized this poem and have held it as one if not the best works of art in known history and this is the best reciting of and visual to this poem on KZfaq. It got close to the setting and demeanor I see when I read this. Thank you.

That sent a chill down my spine, as I watched the poor man descend into madness.

I think of Poe as mad.

This is the best telling of The Raven I've ever seen

Wonderful work of art. Loved the atmosphere. And watching this interpretation reminds one of the ridiculousness of seeking answers from a silly bird.

Artfully Outstanding. Nothing More.

My favorite poem. I love it.

Portrayal is too good. Very very good indeed.

This is the best video of the raven I just love it it took me to an other place thank you for this amazing work ❤❤

So, so good. So excellently read. Bravo, sir. Bravo.

8:34-8:59 "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Nights 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." Now that is an Edgar Allan Poe masterpiece! This is one of my favorite works that Poe has done. Dose anyone else like his other works?

Wow bravo, round of applause!

You should not have showed the darkness or that is the hallway. Let the viewer imagine their own abyss that he is peering into. You took away the mystery that is the darkness.

i must thank you for uploading this version of the raven

merely a stately production, so mournful

This has always been my favorite poem ever. The way it is read here is perfect. Love this!

My favorite poem

Thankyou I love this the visuals and the recital are superb

Excellent

So this dude was just trippin off the absinthe

I usually listen to the Basil Rathbone version and it's really good. This version is even better. Kudos!

I watched a version of this is a play, I sadly cant remember the name. But it was one of the best plays I've seen.

magnificent genius

That was terrifyingly wonderful

I love this

I agree- EXCELLENT! and with everything 'offshoreorganbuilder" said...

Very good. Anyone else notice the picture on the wall changing?

Wonderful adaption.

This is awesomeeeeeeeeeee

Great job - really has the atmosphere I associate with the poem.

Brilliant film and brilliant poem.

tnx Connie han, for explaining the poem, I understand it very well

Wow, that really helped me follow the poem good job with the whole vintage 1920's look, I've subscribed.

wonderfull reading

This is very well done! Great job with everything.

♫•*¨this reading&video are terrific*•.¸¸❤

Fantastic :) Thanks for sharing

That was amazing.

you Did a very good job!! I enjoyed it very much!!!

fabulous!

Fantastic!!

very striking!

Wonderful adaptation.

Damn good vid, my friend, damn good vid.

Excellence, just excellence.

i watched this in class we were reading the poem

Fantastic👍👍👍👍

that was awesome

Excellent!!!

reminds me of the early David Lynch short-movies! miss the raven´s "croak"! the movie is fine , thank you!

dreadfully wonderful! i don't think the raven IS lenore, however, as this video suggests. i think it's a messenger or spirit come from the dead to bring him a message. crows/ravens were used for that purpose in ancient literature and mythology. other than that, it's very good. i'll be showing it to my 7th and 8th graders as we read the raven for halloween!

terrific

Well time to go perfect my creep voice because play when I get back to school

were doing one in my school and its awsome!