I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
From “The Cloud” by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I love clouds. On our trip to the CMU commencement in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, last weekend, I was delighted to see some wonderful clouds both from the ground and looking down from a jet window.
Images by Katy Dickinson Copyright 2011