"He clasps the crag with crooked hands..."
I love the word "crag." Tennyson seemed to also. It is not a comforting word, here or in Break, Break, Break. It shows a stark and intimidating world that threatens us. The tender grace must be sought elsewhere.
The wrinkled sea crawling in the world below --- such a contrast to the majestic mountain walls ascending to the Eagle's own domain in the sky.
I love the word "crag." Tennyson seemed to also. It is not a comforting word, here or in Break, Break, Break. It shows a stark and intimidating world that threatens us. The tender grace must be sought elsewhere.
The wrinkled sea crawling in the world below --- such a contrast to the majestic mountain walls ascending to the Eagle's own domain in the sky.