Yorick Poem by David McLansky

Yorick

Rating: 5.0


Do I only shine when I praise
In liquid lines on cloudy days;
Am I jester playing court
Frantic, antic in retort.
Or am I he that draws a smile
From your turret seen a mile
Astride a donkey's canting run;
The secret lover in the sun.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success