Wednesday, January 2, 2013

cenotaph


Well Head Stone in CENOTAPH/Villa des Amis/December 2012
                            
                           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 Bysshe Shelley

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