Monday, January 7, 2013
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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