El cuervo [English translation]

A calm midnight

While my soul was wandering

down the pages of a book

searching for some peace of mind

and almost asleep

I felt a faint sound

as if softly

without hitting too much

to not make noise

someone asks "are you there?"

without hitting too much

In the urging cold

an ember was dying

getting lost in the blackness

of that firewood

unable as my reading

of making less harsh

my life without Lenore

who despite resting in peace

didn't make me calm

to be ever able

to see her nevermore

But the uncertain worry

by the noise of the door

scared me for whatever

was behind it

was it someone or not

the wood creaking

was bothering my heart

but I searched in my reasoning

for any explanation

maybe it's the wind

there must be nothing more

But the noise persisted

though only myself heard it

because I was crumbling in that

without thinking of anything else

then I went to open the door

but when it was opened

it didn't say anymore

than when a minute ago

didn't let me see anything

because the closed night

was shadow and nothing more

Impossible thoughts

in a shiver

I had now and I don't tell them

even if I were wordier

in the heat of the moment

because I said "Lenore"

and in the voracious silence

of the night there was nothing more

than an repeating echo

as if it digested

that name once more

Calm and disenchanted

I was finishing

the issue when that noise

begins once more

disturbing the sadness

in the quietness of my room

the impatience makes me wild

without expecting anything more

I fully open the window

and raise the curtain

without knowing what's behind

And an extract of blackness

of the huge dark night

cut in the figure

of a big bird of prey

came in easily

raising its beak

with an arrogant gesture

and perched quietly

at the feet of the bed

and in that attitude

remained there like that

As in front of a bad joke

when I felt sad

my face has turned

into a sarcastic frown

before such appearance

and without expecting an answer

I said for the sake of it

"Hello, what's your name?"

and I remained frozen

when fiercely the raven

responded "Nevermore"

I didn't remain surprised

by the lack of sense

I gave to that answer

because I wasn't expecting anything

from such a grotesque figure

but its lively expression

impressed me much more

though I said to myself

that maybe the raven learned the sound

from some regretful master

who repeated it too much

Staring at my visitor

that a moment ago

was not sticking

its dark face before my eyes

I said "probably

like many other people

sooner or later

you will leave someday"

and the raven confidently

after a short impasse

said loudly "Nevermore"

I thought, what a skill

has this guessing raven

to emit its caw

in the moment I want

to be assisted the most

if losing a beloved person

could ever be something

that brings you closer

to another aching soul

or its echo reduced

to the phrase nevermore

To the vanishing light

of the candle that barely

lightened the night

what was seen the most

was a shining eye

of that raven insisting

in fix its eyes on me

it stared and I stared

but I remained sitting

in the chair that Lenore

will use nevermore

And as if in loud voice

I had noticed the missing

that Lenore was doing to me

in excess night and day

and as if from me came

the aching thought

previously mentioned

that Lenore won't ever

be sitting there

the raven with its caw

said again "Nevermore"

Keeping away from my mind

such unconductive issue

when I could be conscious

that maybe a miracle

from a magic incense burner

lit by messengers

of some heavenly power

a heavenly smell

was keeping me away from the torment

of thinking of Lenore

someone said "nevermore"

It was that evil raven

and I asked if the words

it brought to its oral heritage

were coming from Satan

or if there was an armistice

which suspended the grief

of not being able to do

anything but talking about

the one who will never return

and being wary of myself hearing

quote the raven "nevermore"

"You evil monster"

I exclaimed desperately

"Since you're so informed

let's see if you tell me

if God whose government

spans from heaven to hell

maybe wanted

to keep her in his Parnassus

and when I die, maybe

I can hold her once again"

and it said "Nevermore"

"It's the time to be silent

and return to the streets

or to wherever you came from

you foul-mouthed bird"

I said decidedly

when I was freed from the sound

of its evil sentence

with imperative urgency

"I am sick of your presence

leave immediately"

and it said "Nevermore"

And with the same stubbornness

there it remains yet

from its witch look

I am free nevermore

and the shadow that the candle

projects in my bed

is the blanket that my hand

tries to move in vain

or the stiff rigid swamp

from which dreaming or awake

I'll be released nevermore