an unkindness

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.”

Poetry has never been my forte. It feels so forced to try to find metaphors, meaning and images when maybe the poet was just talking about a bird or a flower or a road. So my knowledge of Edgar Allan Poe does not extend past The Raven. This off-Broadway musical, Nevermore, is about his life in song and it’s a tragic life filled with loss, tuberculosis and alcoholism. He is orphaned at an early age and when his foster mother dies his foster father turns his back on him. His fiancee jilts him. He marries his 13 year old cousin. She dies. He has a constant struggle with alcohol. All of this told with a rock ballad soundtrack and gothic costumes. Interesting life, mysterious death and beautiful costumes but I couldn’t help but wish it had not gone on for so long.

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