The Cloud | poem by Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Englishman and romantic poet (1792-1822)

“We look before and after, and pine for what is not: our sincerest laughter some pain is fraught; our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Born in a chateau at the feet of the Swiss Alps from the 18 June 1816 ghost-writing contest between rain rebuffed Mary Shelley, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, and John Polidori . Frankenstein remains a cautionary tale about humanity’s scientific and technological ambitions doubling back and threatening their continued species’ existence. – Gillen D’Arcy Wood

5 thoughts on “The Cloud | poem by Shelley

    • Yes . he died so young . drowned at sea while sailing in his boat . a storm took him away . I do love the night of their ghost writing competition and Frankenstein was born . Mary Shelly was a great match for Percy . both such brilliant wordsmiths.

      I love your poem of Percy Shelley’s demise . so romantic and sad.

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