The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

My analysis:

I enjoy this poem because of the picture it sets in your head. It is very beautifully written. The imagery of the eagle is amazing, when you think about phrases like "he watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls." There is no special message that challenges you to become a better self but that is also not always necessary. Imagery can be very powerful too, giving you a picture setting you in exactly that moment the writer wants you to be. This is what this poem does to me. It is written so clear that I can see the eagle on the crag in exactly that scene.