| 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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Its very well composed photograph, excellent work!
Excellent minimalist composition, I like the tones. Going well with the text 😉
And, this would be the smoking area in Camelot?
Love this shot! The simplicty of the composition really highlights the colors, textures and the ‘bishop’. An excellent title and quote for this.
Simple, elegant composition. I like him warm colouring and contrast with the black. BRAVO!
A story within a camera shot. How beautifully this scene was captured.
Simplistic shot that really works, the texture is great. Well done.
nice idea!
Simple and effective composition, excellent title too!