Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Cloud

The Cloud

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.

- Percy Blythe Shelley


  1. I was just looking out my window at some rather ominous looking clouds right before I saw this post! This is pretty:)

  2. Hi, 111, for I know you by no other name...
    I blogged this and of course linked back to you and your etsy shop. so happy to find you and your artwork through soulfull journals.

  3. Thanks earth sky sea!

    So glad you love the poem too :)