The Eagle

[dreadpiratesb]

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
-- Lord Alfred Tennyson

Comments

[fishy1]

*smile*

i always liked that one...

[dreadpiratesb]

:)

[vasupergirl]

So that is what it's like to climb, then...high above, into the sky, nearly to the sun - and then to lose one's grip on the rocks. Lucky one has a rope in that case, unlike the bird! Or is it something else, perhaps? Something long stood above, surveyed but not experienced - something that, once accepted, may feel at first as would a deadly plunge...but then it allows one to soar over the whole of the realm, as does the bird.

[dreadpiratesb]

My reading is very literal and tied to very strong images. Grace, beauty, power, speed, and being soaring through the sky.

[vasupergirl]

Oh, literal this time? LOL

[troyfish]

He says that because he fell off the wall yesterday and tried to plummet to his death.

This is why he has this vision in his head.