Agampe Monologue

With “Come to the window, sweet is the night air! / Only, from the long line of spray” we not only smell and taste the incoming tide, but we even feel it on our skin (ll. 6-7). Heretofore the poem is rooted in concrete, tangible descriptions of the visible world that will contrast with the more nebulous remainder of the poem. Essentially, the first eight lines are the firmament that the rest of the poem stands on. Both structurally and metaphorically, while it questions the concept of questions, it is what’s known.

tea as the summer night air flew by. Showers of silent raindrops fell as whirling clouds passes through with feet marching towards the peaceful skies.I felt my eyes grew tired from watching the streets filled with people and lights. The street lamp were making the pavement glisten, reflecting upon the crescent moon and the thousand stars.The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled little waves that hit the shores. I had the whole sky in my eyes and the view was stunning it felt like where space and time has lost its continuity, without any fear or anxiety, watching all the quasars that shines through endless nights and stars like diamonds in disguise.

I lay, staring up at the dark sky. The night is warm, and a gentle breeze whispers across the cool grass around me, caressing my bare legs. The North Star burns bright above, drawing my eye.

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

The line feeds through a small opening in the mother tree’s arms. She welcomes me with open arms; her sharp branches leave the memory of her on my skin. The kind wind kisses my small scrapes, tickling my hairs, causing them to stand tall on my arms. I soar into a breathtaking bright clearing causing my hairs to rest at ease. The warmth surrounds me like a blanket and a cloud covers the sun, allowing me to fully experience the astonishing serenity. The dull light is peaceful; it calms me. Somehow I am speeding through the sky but I am more relaxed than I have ever been. This energy is new to me; I am free to feel any and every emotion I have ever had. The overwhelming feeling urges me to yell. I call to the birds and let my heart overflow with fervor.

Oh Ken! I'm so sorry to hear your leg has not got better. I can't imagine how painful those blisters are. When do you have to see your the surgeon again, Ken? What do you do for relieving those pains?

On land, pillars of granite rose up angelically into the ether. The once grey sky was slowly being permeated with an onyx decor. Though we had started our journey with blue skies, it was becoming increasingly sincere that we would conclude it in storm.

Ahead the sky is starkly grey, cut by cold blue splotches where the clouds have separated. The brightness strains the eye despite the muted shades, and the rare slices of sun bring relief as the warmth offsets

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

The sweltering balmy breeze embraced my rosy crimson cheeks until the warmth caressingly diffused through my salubrious skin. As I looked above, the never-ending sky filled the world with is disseminating tranquillity. Finally! I was at peace. It was an incessant blanket of cerulean indigo, which accommodated floating swirls of frothy wool like clouds. They debouched across the cadaverous sky; like a blanket of comfort they assured its inheritance.

How many times you’ve made me lonesome. Even when the often stained sky is but a hushed void, you still leave me to witness it alone; slouched on my wooden throne, strokes of blood softly flowing down these rosey cheeks. Shut up for me please. There’s far too much discourse to call this silence. Moths gather in my head, but in any case, it’s futile as they burn down in my dream, and after that, nothing’s left again. Shut up. I’d rather wake up to tomorrow's inadequate dawn.

Threads of light linger in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that is left of the sunset is a chalky mauve, that melts away in turn, as murky darkness takes over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire wink down at me, illuminating the gloomy curtain of sky and then suddenly the clouds part and I find myself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of moonlight onto the dark

The whole scene in front of me is dark and gloomy with a feeling of sorrow and death. I look at the sky for the sun, but I see nothing. The sky is empty and all that can be seen is the tedious, drab shaded sky, filled with nothing but a mist that is yet to allow the sun’s rays to enter this abominable place.

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky above. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, dreams, and darkest fears. The sky is a canvas of light, creating a new picture every few seconds. A picture blooms beyond the expanse of sky. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the colors spread before me, stunning and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues.

The vivid sunset melts scarlet, gold and violet together to capture the sight of her hot chocolate. The birds serenade my ears from afar. The autumn leaves forced to dance by the chilly breeze, as it dances with my hair. As the cool breeze sways around it slightly brushes against my lips leaving a salty, but sweet taste behind. The grass, splashed with the cologne of Petrichor, trying to court my hand and legs. She broke all love connections to look down the hill as the horns screamed at each other.