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I enjoyed that Harry I will have to look that article up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I thought Hamlet should get out more. He had far too much introspection for a lad his age. Drove his girlfiend round the twist. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
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Originally Posted by freckle
That was great freckle! Half poet-Half stand-up comedian !:D
I always think I should go back and reread all the Shakespeare plays that I studied at school for my literature A'level and Drama GCSE but somehow never get around to it. I would probably appreciate them more now. I did see a brilliant version of A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Minnack theatre in Cornwall. A basking shark rose to the surface in the sea beyond during the show and it was amazing....oh yes, the actors were very good too! :)
He is really funny isn't he? The sperm whale poem was brilliant.
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Originally Posted by Alf
We've had it before but I have been listening to Nitin Sawhney's version of this Shakespeare sonnet and it is lovely (grab love and passion while you can...hmmm, bit quiet around here!):
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
I just reread this last night. I love the highlighted lines.
Like the Touch of Rain
by Edward Thomas
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
Have to admit , never fully appreciated Shakespeare at High school the way I do now . Think it's a really good idea to start at the beginning and work through all his plays .It's quite surprising how time alters perception and ability to grasp things that were once somewhat of a challenge ..... definitely got me thinking .
Hes , love the Edward Thomas poem and the Shakespeare sonnet , very thought provoking .
Here is Sonnet 47 , which is one of my favorites
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
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Originally Posted by Hes
Loved the Twelfth Night there Hes.
The shortness of life/love is a recurring theme in poetry
VITAE SUMMA BREVIS SPEM NOS VETAT INCOHARE LONGHAM
(The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace)
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
Ernest Dowson
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Originally Posted by MachGirl
Enjoyed that MachGirl the Bard is getting a good run out today :D
A bit from Antony and Cleopatra I like where Enobarbus is describing Cleopatra on her royal barge:
Enobarbas
I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion - cloth-of-gold of tissue -
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.