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William Shakespeare
All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...
Sonnet Li
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
when did Shakespeare start poetry?
I have been a Bardaholic ever since I discovered his work in class in High School. The secret (if there is one) is that our teacher had us Read the Work Aloud. Bingo. As I've just discovered this list, and as we celebrate his birth in exactly 1 week, here's a celebration of the day I discovered my love of the Bard:
The Earth Corroborates My Find
Stranger in town, I am alone
as I leave the Harvard COOP
(rabbit warren of books, books, books)
pleased with myself and with my find
for under my arm is a hard cover edition
impeccably edited by G.B. Harrison
of The Complete Works of Shakespeare
As I trudge through Harvard Square
my feet crunch and sink through the outer
crust of snow, frozen thread from sky
to earth, that sucks at me as mud
but winter’s chill on my bones is overcome
by the warmth of this my find
for all but the apocryphal plays
are now at my fingertips
destined to be well marked and thumbed
in my Shakespearean peregrinations:
From The Comedy of Errors
through the Henries and the Richards
to the sublime valedictory
of The Tempest, all here
All here Venus and Adonis
The Rape of Lucrece
the cryptic, enigmatical
Phoenix and the Turtle
and the Sonnets, open windows
to the Bard himself
all of whom I feel I’ve freed
These many lives I carry with me
lost in this realization, when
a bird chirps my senses back
to the moment – such a moment!
aware now for the first time
the sun is peeking through
winter’s miasma, melting icicles
evanescent on the trees, revealing tiny
mighty green buds a’growin’
and up through the snow
crocus pushes toward the sky
my leaping heart begins to sing
we join the chorus, ghosts and I
for it’s now Hallelujah Spring!
Great Great Awesome Awesome And A Motivation
lol nigga, your ded as shit boi.
He is the greatest poet at all
A great poet of all seasons. Good work you have shared with the world.
Born and dead on Avon the same date,23rd April
Romantic playwright Shakespeare none can ignore!
He ever lives in his 32 Plays and 154 Sonnets......!
His plays are mirror to life reflecting about humans
In seven ages of men opening the curtain to show
As child, pupil, lover, soldier, courtier, wise, old man!
What a quintessence of precious dust man is, he says!
Warrior, philosophic in nature, gentle and noble man
Surely cannot take revenge on murderer of his father!
Unlike Hamlet, Prince Hal jovial with fat Falstaff, yet
At the time of emergency fights bravely for nation
And proves himself to be worthy son to his father!
That character Shakespeare develops further into
His favourite hero Richard III and gives a sketch
And full picture to the best he can to immortality!
Comedy or Tragedy or history, he shows his skill,
Power and range depicting characters none can forget
And refer in life parallel happenings to one and all!
Whoever loved, that loved not at first sight.....?
Love at first sight we came to know from him first!
Romeo and Juliet & Antony and Cleopatra live long!
Star crossed lovers' hearts stricken with arrow
Cupid boy releases from his bow never fails and
Lovers live or die together to be immortals ever!
Cleopatra's serpentine beauty captures hearts of
Emperor Julius Caesar and his faithful friend Antony
Till death and suicides herself by the bite of snake!
He creates romantic love life controlled by Nature
At first and at the end of his career makes Nature
Go under the control of man envisaging future too!
For him life is such stuff as dreams are made on
And is rounded off with a sleep at the end sure!
Closing curtain so in blank verse he ends in sonnets!
Sheakespeare's bicentenary this year. One of the greatest poets of all time and a favourite of mine.
my mentor. God bless ur soul
I love him about his theater, tragic drama and poems. Helmat is a great creation of him.