#!/usr/bin/perl

# Poe, E.: Near a Raven

{ local $/ = undef; 
  $poem = <DATA>; }

$poem =~ s/[,\."!\?\-:\(\)\']//g;
$poem =~ s/[ \t]{2,}//g;
$poem =~ s/[\r\n\t]/ /g;
#print $poem;
(@words) = split(/\W+/,$poem);
foreach(@words) { print length != 10 ? length : 0; }
#Edit 1: I just needed sleep, I promise :)
#} <- Oops :)
__END__
            Poe, E. 
           Near a Raven 

     Midnights so dreary, tired and weary. 
         Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore. 
     During my rather long nap - the weirdest tap! 
         An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor. 
             "This", I whispered quietly, "I ignore". 

     Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember. 
         Inflamed by lightning's outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this floor. 
     Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded: 
         That inimitable lesson in elegance - Lenore - 
             Is delighting, exciting...nevermore. 

     Ominously, curtains parted (my serenity outsmarted), 
         And fear overcame my being - the fear of "forevermore". 
     Fearful foreboding abided, selfish sentiment confided, 
         As I said, "Methinks mysterious traveler knocks afore. 
             A man is visiting, of age threescore." 

     Taking little time, briskly addressing something: "Sir," (robustly) 
         "Tell what source originates clamorous noise afore? 
     Disturbing sleep unkindly, is it you a-tapping, so slyly? 
         Why, devil incarnate!--" Here completely unveiled I my antedoor-- 
             Just darkness, I ascertained - nothing more. 

     While surrounded by darkness then, I persevered to clearly comprehend. 
         I perceived the weirdest dream...of everlasting "nevermores". 
     Quite, quite, quick nocturnal doubts fled - such relief! - as my intellect said, 
         (Desiring, imagining still) that perchance the apparition was uttering a whispered "Lenore". 
             This only, as evermore. 

     Silently, I reinforced, remaining anxious, quite scared, afraid, 
         While intrusive tap did then come thrice - O, so stronger than sounded afore. 
     "Surely" (said silently) "it was the banging, clanging window lattice." 
         Glancing out, I quaked, upset by horrors hereinbefore, 
             Perceiving: a "nevermore". 

     Completely disturbed, I said, "Utter, please, what prevails ahead. 
         Repose, relief, cessation, or but more dreary 'nevermores'?" 
     The bird intruded thence - O, irritation ever since! - 
         Then sat on Pallas' pallid bust, watching me (I sat not, therefore), 
             And stated "nevermores". 

     Bemused by raven's dissonance, my soul exclaimed, "I seek intelligence; 
         Explain thy purpose, or soon cease intoning forlorn 'nevermores'!" 
     "Nevermores", winged corvus proclaimed - thusly was a raven named? 
         Actually maintain a surname, upon Pluvious seashore? 
             I heard an oppressive "nevermore". 

     My sentiments extremely pained, to perceive an utterance so plain, 
         Most interested, mystified, a meaning I hoped for. 
     "Surely," said the raven's watcher, "separate discourse is wiser. 
         Therefore, liberation I'll obtain, retreating heretofore - 
             Eliminating all the 'nevermores' ". 

     Still, the detestable raven just remained, unmoving, on sculptured bust. 
         Always saying "never" (by a red chamber's door). 
     A poor, tender heartache maven - a sorrowful bird - a raven! 
         O, I wished thoroughly, forthwith, that he'd fly heretofore. 
             Still sitting, he recited "nevermores". 

     The raven's dirge induced alarm - "nevermore" quite wearisome. 
         I meditated: "Might its utterances summarize of a calamity before?" 
     O, a sadness was manifest - a sorrowful cry of unrest; 
         "O," I thought sincerely, "it's a melancholy great - furthermore, 
             Removing doubt, this explains 'nevermores' ". 

     Seizing just that moment to sit - closely, carefully, advancing beside it, 
         Sinking down, intrigued, where velvet cushion lay afore. 
     A creature, midnight-black, watched there - it studied my soul, unawares. 
         Wherefore, explanations my insight entreated for. 
             Silently, I pondered the "nevermores". 

     "Disentangle, nefarious bird! Disengage - I am disturbed!" 
         Intently its eye burned, raising the cry within my core. 
     "That delectable Lenore - whose velvet pillow this was, heretofore, 
         Departed thence, unsettling my consciousness therefore. 
             She's returning - that maiden - aye, nevermore." 

     Since, to me, that thought was madness, I renounced continuing sadness. 
         Continuing on, I soundly, adamantly forswore: 
     "Wretch," (addressing blackbird only) "fly swiftly - emancipate me!" 
         "Respite, respite, detestable raven - and discharge me, I implore!" 
             A ghostly answer of: "nevermore". 

     " 'Tis a prophet? Wraith? Strange devil? Or the ultimate evil?" 
         "Answer, tempter-sent creature!", I inquired, like before. 
     "Forlorn, though firmly undaunted, with 'nevermores' quite indoctrinated, 
         Is everything depressing, generating great sorrow evermore? 
             I am subdued!", I then swore. 

     In answer, the raven turned - relentless distress it spurned. 
         "Comfort, surcease, quiet, silence!" - pleaded I for. 
     "Will my (abusive raven!) sorrows persist unabated? 
         Nevermore Lenore respondeth?", adamantly I encored. 
             The appeal was ignored. 

     "O, satanic inferno's denizen -- go!", I said boldly, standing then. 
         "Take henceforth loathsome "nevermores" - O, to an ugly Plutonian shore! 
     Let nary one expression, O bird, remain still here, replacing mirth. 
         Promptly leave and retreat!", I resolutely swore. 
             Blackbird's riposte: "nevermore". 

     So he sitteth, observing always, perching ominously on these doorways. 
         Squatting on the stony bust so untroubled, O therefore. 
     Suffering stark raven's conversings, so I am condemned, subserving, 
         To a nightmare cursed, containing miseries galore. 
             Thus henceforth, I'll rise (from a darkness, a grave) -- nevermore! 

                             -- Original: E. Poe 
                             -- Redone by measuring circles.