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Edgar Allan Poe (1:00)
Few names are so feared and revered as that of po. His work extends time. His fiendish depictions and gloomy descriptions stalk the modern consciousness. And that is because his stories touch on our morbid fascinations, our everyday life and fears. Love, hate, death. Excuse me, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Lenore. She's a common raven, but you shouldn't call her that, for Lenore is friends with the Grim Reaper. Metaphorically, at least. Throughout many cultures, the raven has been seen as an omen of death. But what does that mean? Look inside a dictionary and you'll find less lines than a crossword puzzle. Death is a mystery beyond simplification. Yet if there's one thing we know for certain, outside the moral histories of ancient religion, no one has ever returned from death. And in this story, despite what one woman would dream to be true, that truth is painfully recalled in one word by one bird. The Raven.
Jake Weber (2:33)
Bereft by Jake Weber Adapted.
Grieving Partner (2:36)
From the poem the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, 2021 why is the measure of love loss? This is the opening line of a book that I'm reading. The narrator has lost a lover to someone else, and I shouldn't be reading books like this. Books about the loss of someone who was beloved and who will never return. But I can't help myself. I'm not fit company. All I do is think about her. She's never coming back. But I never left. She died in a car crash. I wasn't in the car, but I could have been. She was killed by a drunk college kid who survived. He took Lenore's life. He destroyed mine and his own.
Jake Weber (3:27)
How would that kid ever forgive himself?
Grieving Partner (3:30)
That was three years ago. I still live in the Cabin Lenore and I shared in the woods near Lake Champlain in Vermont. We lived simply. I mean, we didn't need much, only each other and Mother Nature. Lenore worked in a bakery, and I was studying to be a botanist. We fell in love in college, the same college as the kid who killed her. We stayed in Vermont because we loved it and we loved each other. Now I live alone here, and I know I should move. All around me are things of hers and memories of us. But I can't bear to leave. My parents have tried to shake me out of it. You have to leave the cabin, they tell me.
