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 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.
- the cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley
oh, boy! i'm amazed i could still recite this poem. it is quite long and these are the first and last stanzas. i'm being literary tonight as i was exchanging messages with my former literature teacher from my high school.
but you should've seen the sneers and snide looks i got from passersby as i was taking photos of the sky. the clouds were just incredible this morning - different shapes and textures everywhere i turned. but i cared not!
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