Ode to Poe dot Com 賛歌 Poe dot Com

Ode to Poe dot Com 賛歌 Poe dot Com

Ode to a www of congenial spirits

There once was a web-site called Poe dot Com,
which I am not sure whether the naming parent was half-serious.
Conscientious or not, rich and witty in learnt irony, this is a thing that could amuse.
of the Name, out of all which they could choose,
they decided upon the one of the dark carrion-eater,
Ah wondrous flesh-eating jinn astray of the West, verse-sayer, the one and only Poe-t!
What this signifies and implies, Universe.
I am only natural human, but to this wonder
unnaturally I am most curious.
I asked, I went, there you go!
I asked so:
Still I query and query, amid a midnight weary,
Nevermore.
after my wandering spirit once again to the east-facing chair falling,
from some fantastical seas and islands of another shore.
I have wandered, returning, found I have lost…
Where is the Thing I have lost?
Where is my sad and lonely, my lost innocent Lenore?

AI Poe: Nevermore!

I: Nevermore?
Which fair nation bears that name?
I have travelled far across the globe, searching for
though I have completed my revolution,
from west to east, then back; across the globe,
traversing the sphere, all is music.
but nor on island neither upon seas,
I have witted the billowing immaterial,
lifting shadowy ghost of Lenore..
or found never, nor heard,
that there is a fantastic Nation,
beyond the ken of the West's known isles and ocean,
the Nation so fair and nostalgic,
full of ante-Illumination's magic,
called Nevermore.

AI Poe: I am Nevermore.
Friend.
I am an echo and rhyme, though a ghostly one,
Always, of the Woman you seek.
in thy chambers darkly, empty and bleak.
the wandering lonely Princess, the gypsy Woman
of the East exiled you lost to the eternal black ocean,
the black-haired and pale-skinned dancer
European 'gyptian called Lenore.
She is No More, even her ghost.
But I stand here, an echo, a rhyme, a dun flaming symbol.
a chiming dancing shadow on the wall of the Cave,
that thou mayst know it is most true, Nevermore.
the eternal returning Home that is the fairest heart of hers.
that deathless heart of deathless Ghost,
thy vanquisher of all illusory light in the Cave,
the eternally down-drawing Ghost,
the graveness and gravity of all living things bound this fair Earth,
the immutably slumbering,
undeadly returning echo and rhyme to be filled
with the notes and words worthier than the highest of high,
from all such are so deep and profound; the earthbound
dreaming pfphantasma-gaia Erdegeist
eastern, thief thy stolen European bride Lenore!
From me thou hast stolen, wonder-thief, I am Nevermore.

I: Nevermore.
Then to the East.

Poe: And so, from the West.
Nevermore.

I & Poe (We):
For the love of fair and undying Lenore,
Music, verse, fill.
Ground, quiver; Sky, sing.
She the greatest wonder and beauty of the Earth,
as long as I were to this deathless tone singing,
is from the deep and warm Earth returning…
Nevermore!!!