Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

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(1792 - 1822)

Eton-Expelled, World-Renown Poet, Atheist, Anti-Capitalist, Philosopher, and Vegetarian Activist

Percy Bysshe Shelley (/bɪʃ/ (audio speaker iconlisten) BISH; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets. A radical in his poetry as well as in his political and social views, Shelley did not achieve fame during his lifetime, but recognition of his achievements in poetry grew steadily following his death and he became an important influence on subsequent generations of poets including Robert Browning, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Thomas Hardy, and W. B. Yeats. American literary critic Harold Bloom describes him as "a superb craftsman, a lyric poet without rival, and surely one of the most advanced skeptical intellects ever to write a poem." (Source: Wikipedia.org.) Percy Bysshe Shelley, (born Aug. 4, 1792, Field Place, near Horsham, Sussex, Eng.—died July 8, 1822, at sea off Livorno, Tuscany [Italy]), English Romantic poet whose passionate search for personal love and social justice was gradually channeled from over... (From: Wikipedia.org / Britannica.com.)


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Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa

I.


The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep,
And evening's breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,
Wakes not one ripple from its summer dream.


II.


There is no dew on the dry grass to-night,
Nor damp within the shadow of the trees;
The wind is intermitting, dry, and light;
And in the inconstant motion of the breeze
The dust and straws are driven up and down,
And whirled about the pavement of the town.


III.


Within the surface of the fleeting river
The wrinkled image of the city lay,
Immovably unquiet, and forever
It trembles, but it never fades away;
Go to the . . .
You, being changed, will find it then as now.


IV.


The chasm in which the sun has sunk is shut
By darkest barriers of cinereous cloud,
Like mountain over mountain huddled -- but
Growing and moving upwards in a crowd,
And over it a space of watery blue,
Which the keen evening star is shining through.

(Source: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Evening:_Ponte_Al_Mare,_Pisa.)

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