Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Shelly on his birthday

Summer and Winter
~Percy Shelley

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds
From the horizon--and the stainless sky
Opens beyond them like eternity.
All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds,
The river, and the corn-fields, and the reeds;
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze,
And the firm foliage of the larger trees.

It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old!


Blogger marc aurel said...

Someone advised us to read everything twice. First I got the general sense of this and then I reveled in the words and brilliant choices like "stainless sky". At school I found Keats and Shelley inaccessible. Pity.

9/02/2009 8:10 PM  

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