The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe Narrated by Anthony Pica

Overview

Enter the haunting world of Edgar Allan Poe's most famous poem, "The Raven," brought to life by the evocative narration of Anthony Pica. This timeless piece of gothic literature tells the story of a grief-stricken man visited by a mysterious raven in the dead of night. As the raven utters its ominous refrain, "Nevermore," the man descends deeper into despair, haunted by memories of his lost love, Lenore.

Poe's masterful use of language and rhythm creates an atmosphere of eerie melancholy, drawing listeners into the depths of the narrator's tortured soul. Anthony Pica's powerful narration captures the dark and foreboding tone of the poem, making it an unforgettable auditory experience.

Perfect for fans of gothic literature, poetry lovers, and those who appreciate the macabre, "The Raven" is a must-have addition to any audiobook collection. Immerse yourself in this classic tale of loss, longing, and the supernatural, and discover why it remains one of the most celebrated works in American literature.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

(Price's pictures) do a great job of evoking the brooding guilt, terror, and love in Poe's famous poem ... lengthy appended notes will spark discussion on both the poem and the art.—Booklist

Price's vision of The Raven not only haunts, but also brings Poe's work back to life. An ideal resource for teachers and students.—School Library Journal

Price's illustrations make the viewer pause and consider the cracks in the narrator's mind, and they provide glimpses into the strange, violent story behind his torment.—Toronto Star

Product Details

BN ID:	2940191156071
Publisher:	Anthony Pica Productions, LLC
Publication date:	08/29/2024
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

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