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Edgar Allan Poe didn\u2019t invent scary stories and melancholy poems.

But his brooding works have made him, with the possible exception of Mark Twain, the most widely recognized literary figure in American history. 

Everything he wrote was influenced by the tragedy of his personal life.  He deeply loved four women:  his mother, the mother of a close friend, his stepmother, and his wife.  All four of them were stricken by disease and died in agony in his presence.  Poe himself died in Baltimore at the age of 40, succumbing to a relapse of alcoholism.

Poe is best known for his horror stories.  They feature uncommon evils in uncommon settings. 

But what was most horrifying to Poe was something common to all of us:  the apparent finality of grief and loss.

This is on full display in his 1845 poem The Raven<\/em>, which, contrary to his own expectations, became a major sensation.  Literary professor Elliot Engel argues that it can rightfully be considered the most famous poem ever published \u2013 not to mention the inspiration for the name of Baltimore\u2019s NFL franchise. 

Poe later said he was trying to write an adult fairy tale.  He was asked, \u201cThen why didn\u2019t you start with the classic words, \u2018Once upon a time\u2019?\u201d  He answered, \u201cBut I did open it that way.  In my mind, all<\/em> time is midnight dreary.\u201d

Once upon a midnight dreary<\/em>
While I pondered, weak and weary,<\/em>
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore \u2013<\/em>
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<\/em>
Rapping at my chamber door<\/em>
\u201c\u2019Tis some visiter,\u201d I muttered, \u201ctapping at my chamber door \u2013<\/em>
Only this and nothing more\u201d<\/em>

The tapping, of course, turns out to be from a large black bird which, when granted access to the poet\u2019s chamber, soars inside and lands atop a bust of Pallas, a figure of Greek mythology. 

Ravens are mimics.  The bird, annoyingly, has picked up a vocabulary of exactly one word:  Nevermore<\/em>.    

The poet has recently lost the love of his life, a young woman named Lenore.  Having staggered through the various stages of grief, he is now descending into madness.

He asks the raven whether his memories can ever be free from the one he has lost.  \u201cNevermore.\u201d  Will he be reunited with her in heaven?  \u201cNevermore.\u201d  So he is trapped.  He cannot forget his unbearable grief, and there is no hope things will ever get better.  His sorrow cannot be redeemed.

The poem ends with the raven still perched on the bust of Pallas.  There is no escape from its morbid shadow. 

Poe concludes by writing that his soul will be \u201cuplifted \u2018nevermore.\u2019\u201d 

The Raven<\/em> is the work of a gifted writer with a shattered heart.  If all of our relationships end in a sickroom \u2013 with a physician\u2019s, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, there\u2019s nothing else we can do\u201d \u2013 then life is a joke.  Falling in love is too painful.  Everything will be taken away from us, and there\u2019s no relief from the sadness. 

Socrates, as he approached the moment of death, was compassionate.  He comforted his friends.  The dying Buddha was pragmatic.  He advised his disciples to keep working out their own salvation.  The French philosopher Voltaire was whimsical. \u201cLife is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.\u201d 

Jesus had a different message.  The night before his death, he assured his friends that his life and theirs wouldn\u2019t end in a cemetery. 

\u201cDon\u2019t let your hearts be troubled.  You believe in God.  Believe in me, too.  In my Father\u2019s house there are many dwelling places.  If that weren\u2019t true, would I have told you that I\u2019m going to prepare a place for you?  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also\u201d <\/em>(John 14:1-3).

There will be days in which death will seem to hang over us like a great black bird. 

But the Father of Jesus is infinitely larger than our fears, and his love is stronger than death.

We can live in the hope that nothing can separate us from the One who promised to come back for us. 

Which leaves us with just one question:

Will my hometown Indianapolis Colts ever be able to go back and undo their epic fourth quarter collapse last Monday night against the Ravens?

Nevermore. <\/em>
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