Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 6

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 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.


Texas Travelers said...

Love the photo and verse

Eve said...

You've got a lot of clouds out your way - goes well with the poem you've selected. :)

Sylvia K said...

Marvelous words, perfect photo!



Daryl said...

Amazing shot

Marju said...

Very beautiful landscape photo!

eileeninmd said...

It does look like a storm is coming. Thanks for sharing your sky.

Regina said...

Simply beautiful!

Danton said...

A moody sky but nonetheless, a beautiful frame.