downfall
On the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter;
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate brothers, the Pleiades.
From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Walt Whitman
Kerstin Bruhn 21/07/2008 19:15
wow einfach genial...ganz großes Lob!liebe Grüße Kerstin
Wirth Harald 20/07/2008 20:34
Ich liebe solche Himmelsstimmungen!LG Harry