Friday, June 01, 2007

Friday Photoshop Blogging: With a little help from my friend Percy Bysshe Shelley

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
       And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
       I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
       The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
       Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
       And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
       I arise and unbuild it again.

(Last stanza of "The Cloud," 1820)

1 comment:

Dr Diablo said...

It's impossible to be moved by a passage that includes the word "cenotaph," which acts like a foot stuck out to trip the unwary reader. I'll bet some people had to look it up 2-3 times before the meaning stuck.