Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
Melting away this earth-stone base
Atop which rests the sky
Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
Beneath the white gulls crying
And the moon-tides dying
Author notes
Interesting to mix The Decemberists, Emily Dickinson, Shakepeare's Hamlet, Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach", Shelley's "To a Skylark", and Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings.
Let me know your reaction, whatever it is.
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wow
I loved it. It hooked me in with the first line of this poem. Very vivid and beautiful imagery.
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My reaction to this is like, some sort of humid Sunday drawing fibonacci spirals on my driveway. Its just this drifty melted away thought of something. The first half is just crumbs, Dover Cliff & it falls away again.
Then the second, I really love the second part <3. The sleepwalkers, falling far down through some crazy pink blizzard loving and dreaming. And then up above there are seagulls, watching thick icing moon-waves fill up the whole with more snow.
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