Somethin Blue

July 25, 2008 § 1 Comment


A lil sketch… somethin new about somethin very old. Maybe this will clue it in:

THE MOON by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
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