Diction In The Raven

Our speaker describes the raven as a large, majestic, bird, that resembles in its appearance ones that could be found long ago, in noble times. It refused to give deference or veneration to anyone, and kept shifting and moving around, before finally perching on the bust of Greek Titan Pallas, god of battle and warcraft. This, at first, brought a much-needed amusement to our speaker, which was due to the resemblance of the solemn expression on the raven’s face to serious and relentless regard towards etiquette and keeping up good behaviour. Perhaps that look comically reminded our speaker of the disciplined behavior of humans.

But our speaker couldn’t help but wonder why, of all places, it chose his window lattice, and what did it find so …show more content…
This is another in a long line of references to eyes in Poe’s stories and poems. Poe implemented eyes in no paucity in his writings as an instrument by which he could add to whatever emotion he wanted to add to- sometimes as a central part of the polt, as could be seen in The Tell-Tale Heart. It seems that Poe understood clearly and completely the ability of the eye to vehemently illustrate and evoke (as is the case here) emotion, the precision the eye could portray and reflect the human condition in, and its dominance when it comes to using physical clues to unveil hidden human sentiments and motivations, by noting even the most nuanced alterations in its form. Therefore, he committed himself in every story to, whenever there was a possibility, use its power. And use it he did. Generally, this is an integral constituent of Poe’s style writing: his efficiency to invoke concrete common objects and basic characteristics of beings to paint an atmosphere that embraces the plot and aids in its elevation to the apotheosis. He does so by merging it with the characters as an inseparable synthesis that utilizes the multiform, often volatile, sometimes even antithetical layers of which the apparatus of human emotion …show more content…
Think about it: What could he do other than deny it? For him, it was either that or complete and utter delirium. Soon we will find out that, after a small while, the evidence had become inundating, and the (rather large) scope of imagination could no longer run from the irrefragable truth from which he desperately aimed to insulate himself. There it became abundantly clear that there was no path to which he could be carried, by persistence of only his internal locomotion and will to live, other than