The mirror crack’d from side to side
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Once upon a time I was a child in an English lesson and the teacher handed out postcards with paintings on. We all had to write a poem based on our painting. The postcard I got was of this painting:
I am pretty sure that at that point I had never read and only maybe vaguely heard of The Lady of Shalott. I wrote a poem about a lady floating down river to meet an unknown fate.
It may be terribly cliched but I still love the painting and the poem by Tennyson.
http://www.bartleby.com/42/624.html
[1] Lookit, lookit, practically a real LJ post.
Once upon a time I was a child in an English lesson and the teacher handed out postcards with paintings on. We all had to write a poem based on our painting. The postcard I got was of this painting:
I am pretty sure that at that point I had never read and only maybe vaguely heard of The Lady of Shalott. I wrote a poem about a lady floating down river to meet an unknown fate.
It may be terribly cliched but I still love the painting and the poem by Tennyson.
http://www.bartleby.com/42/624.html
[1] Lookit, lookit, practically a real LJ post.