Friday, February 12, 2010

On freedom

One of my favourite poems, because it's Friday and I can taste freedom...

The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
                           - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

What gives you the taste of freedom?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"what gives you the taste of freedom"

1. A short ball in the middle of the court

2. Not being in an institution

3. Being in another country