Verse 6
Monday, 29. September 2008, 02:29:22
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
















ellinidata # 29. September 2008, 03:31
for some reason the visual combination with poetry goes so much further...
thanks!
PainterWoman # 29. September 2008, 13:22
musickna # 29. September 2008, 16:09