Checkmate | Saturday May 02, 2009
| For this day’s game was notably not to be; |
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| Today was not for the King’s move or mine, |
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| But for the Bishop’s; and the board is empty. |
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| The words that I have waited for more days |
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| Than are to now my tallage of gray hairs |
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| Have come at last, and at last you are free. |
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| So, for a time, there will be no more war; |
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| And you are going home to Camelot.” |
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| “To Camelot?”… |
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| “To Camelot.” But his words |
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| Were said for no queen’s hearing. In his arms |
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| He caught her when she fell; and in his arms |
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| He carried her away. The word of Rome |
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| Was in the rain. There was no other sound. |
VI Lancelot [excerpt]
author: Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921.
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Posted by Robert Kruh on May 03, 2009 at 05:05 AM PDT #
Posted by Phototherapy on May 03, 2009 at 08:55 AM PDT #
Love this shot! The simplicty of the composition really highlights the colors, textures and the 'bishop'. An excellent title and quote for this.
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