Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Hoverer

She clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, she stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath her crawls;
She watches from her mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt she falls.-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Did the picture inspire the poem or the poem the picture. Truth is that I chanced upon Lord Tennyson's work only much later. The only change I made to his piece, is to have replaced the gender. I like it to call it 'the Hoverer' - a depiction of times when one hangs suspended, floating, fluttering, detached from the flow of the rest..

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