Poem of the Week: The Eagle by Lord Tennyson

12 May 2012

{snapshot of the Blue Angels, from a recent family trip to an airshow nearby. since this poem deals with flight, I thought the photo fit nicely. :)}

A gorgeous snippet of imagery that we read in my literature class during our poetry study. Everything is so clear in this short poem, every breath of wind, every glimmering beam of sunlight is captured on paper. Tennyson has taken a moment that would last a second, maybe two, if viewed in real life, and yet managed to draw out the hidden emotion of the scene with only six lines. 

The Eagle
By 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.

Have a blessed evening!

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