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


4 comments:

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

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  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.
    http://www.ourearthskysea.com/

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  3. Thanks earth sky sea!

    So glad you love the poem too :)

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