For the exciting action film whom the creators named Thor
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each tacky curtain
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my trailer door
Only this and nothing more.”
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
Though his answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
From my TV surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the end of Thor
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my trailer door;
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
Perched, and stood, and nothing more.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I watched TV, weak and weary,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched outside my trailer door
Merely this and nothing more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
Darkness there and nothing more.
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Thor?”
Perched upon a chunk of sidewalk just outside my trailer door
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my trailer door.
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Back into the trailer turning, all my soul within me burning,
Much I marvelled this ungainly man to hear discourse so plainly,
In there stepped a stately mailman of the saintly days of yore;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;
This it is and nothing more.”
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my trailer door
Quoth the mailman “Nevermore.”
Ever yet was blessed with seeing mailman outside his trailer door
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my trailer door,
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Man or beast upon the paven walk outside his trailer door,
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the badge of the uniform you wore!”
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of nordic lore
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Nameless here for evermore.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
Ghastly grim and ancient mailman wandering from the Nightly shore
This is a Mobile Home/RV Park. Quiet, friendly, clean and reasonable.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
With such name as “Nevermore.”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Thor!”—
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no whale, man,
Then this government worker beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
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