Ink Splattered Dreams: The mirror cracked from side to side

Monday, May 25, 2009

The mirror cracked from side to side

Cracked:IF

A tribute to my all time favourite poems:
Lord Alfred Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott

Here's the verse that I have focused on:

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

1 comment:

Bella SinclairJune 2, 2009 at 4:31 PM
Wow, such darling illustrations! I love the swirly pattern in her hair and dress. Beautiful!
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A Large Number. Wislawa Szymborska

Four billion people on this earth,
but my imagination is the way it's always been:
bad with large numbers.
It is still moved by particularity.
It flits about the darkness like a flashlight beam,
disclosing only random faces,
while the rest go blindly by,
unthought of, unpitied.
...
My dreams—even they are not as populous as they should be.
There is more solitude in them than crowds or clamor.
Sometimes someone long dead will drop by for a bit.
A single hand turns a knob.
Annexes of echo overgrow the empty house.
I run from the threshold down into the quiet
valley seemingly no one's—an anachronism by now.

Where does all this space still in me come from—
that I don't know.