The Raven: A Confession of Murder

I have long been a fan of Edger Allan Poe, and his poem The Raven is obviously one of his most famous works. I have read this poem any number of times before, and enjoy regularly deciphering it's ideas in different ways. But just last night, as I sat reclining, it occurred to me that the poem was perhaps more sinister than I had ever imagined.

 I had always interpreted the poem to be of a man who was mourning the loss of his daughter, Lenore. But then I thought that perhaps she was his lover instead. (If I was feeling rather jovial, I would imagine it was his cat or his goldfish.) But what I had failed to consider in these many different possible explanations for who the mysterious maiden named Lenore could have been, was that perhaps he had murdered the poor girl. And if Lenore had been both his mother and his lover, then the Raven is basically about Oedipus Rex.

Indeed, perhaps he smothered her to death using the very pillows upon which he sat reclining, and now was haunted by it all for ever, evermore!


Popular posts from this blog

An Atheist view of Miracles