The Eagle (a Fragment)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
<http://poetry.eserver.org/eagle.html>.
I like this poem because it's simple and short. Most of all, it describes an eagle's life and habits very well and descriptively. It's like me actually watching this eagle right now. I can imagine easily what the eagle is doing. The eagle that can soar high up in the blue sky stands on a crag above the sea, watching the flow of the sea and dives like a thunderbolt. Then the eagle would have fly high. Eagle is a symbol of dream to me. Eagles soar high up in the sky like heading towards a dream and never falls.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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