Soft you now- what visions rise from that phrase
which sounds of hushabies and winsome ways,
or conjures damsels in enduring plays
with celebrated scenes that e'er amaze!
One maiden proffered columbine and rue,
yet could not tender blooms of violet hue.
To take is not to give- still ‘twas not true
when twisted villain gave a ring to woo.
The walking shadows tell their tales of woe,
before to dusty death they're called to go.
Tomorrow and tomorrow creeps its pace
as time pursues us all in ticking chase.
Yea, pageants may dissolve or cloud-capped spires
and sweet birds sing no more in ruined choirs…
But soft, beloved Bard, abide in peace!
The wonder of your words will never cease!
And here we have another face of my favorite poetess, how many facets do you have my friend? I'm always surprised at your poetic skills, the ability to enter any timeframe of circumstance whether celestial, musical, archaic or futuristic, Shakespeare would be honored at this, I'm sure of it!
Shakespeare has given me so much inspiration that I wanted to give something back. I’m pleased that you think he’d honored by my tribute to him. Indeed I do like to try my hand at various poetic genres, styles, and themes. Thank you for your warm words of approval. I always appreciate your comments!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think Shakespeare would be jealous of this poem
Oh my, thank you, Ronnie! He is of course the one who inspired me...