Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Cloud

The Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

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 Bysshe Shelley~

This poem is a little longer than I usually share but I enjoyed it very much and I hope you will too. Have a great week.

9 comments:

AL said...

Yeah the poem is beautiful as well as the photos of the sky. I can see an image of a dog on the second photo...do you?

AL

tricia said...

I did enjoy the poem very much and the cloud photos are just stunning. Have a wonderful week Denise.

Euroangel said...

very nice poem..and amazing photos of slies....i love to watch the skies all the time! tc

diane said...

It is ages since I have read Shelley. It is a lovely poem and fitted with great illustrations.

nonizamboni said...

Perfect poem for these lovely photos. Thanks for the beauty and inspiration.

mommanator said...

Greta poetry and clouds. Poem would actually have been much nicer if I hadn't had 4 children calling my name! teehee. I also liked your pics of flowers you do have an eye for photography!

ShySongbird said...

What a lovely poem and accompanied by your beautiful photos, really delightful. I have just been catching up with some of your recent posts which I missed and the one about the bread and doughnut making had me laughing out loud, you wrote so vividly that I could see it all in my head including the plate filled with one huge doughnut and the birds bombing back down to the ground under the weight of it :) Thank you that was a pleasure to read!

sunnymama said...

Those are some awesome clouds! Love the poem :)

Ebie said...

Denise, I am catching up with blog hops and multi tasking...I love clouds, all sorts...love the poem that came with it...