Journey Forth

29 June, 2008

The Eagle

Filed under: Family,Life,Poetry,Random,Thoughts — by Karen @ 6:41 am

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.

 Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson

First published in 1851, this is an unusal poem as it leaves us thinking  – what happened to the eagle? Did it swoop down and seize its prey, or did it fall down ill? It is almost as if the poem is not quite finished. I thnk Lord Tennyson wanted to give us the opportunity to ponder.


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