Post by thefleetsin on Jun 2, 2018 16:54:48 GMT
comes here the sound
comes here the sound;
the horn of kings,
of poets'
scorched recycling's.
what now
be raked out from the old
as when my pen
does stir these coals.
from nights i dreamed
till this one's end,
is but
a fond remembering.
of hymns and tales told out of schools,
of genteel thought,
and
raves of fools.
before me now my sight fulfilled,
of dreams i had
since childhood stilled.
awaken
here before my eyes!
for i
have kissed king lear tonight!
sjw 2010 inspired at this very moment in time by our very first walk with william shakespeare and robert foxworth as his own king lear.
from the 'bard series' of poems
comes here the sound;
the horn of kings,
of poets'
scorched recycling's.
what now
be raked out from the old
as when my pen
does stir these coals.
from nights i dreamed
till this one's end,
is but
a fond remembering.
of hymns and tales told out of schools,
of genteel thought,
and
raves of fools.
before me now my sight fulfilled,
of dreams i had
since childhood stilled.
awaken
here before my eyes!
for i
have kissed king lear tonight!
sjw 2010 inspired at this very moment in time by our very first walk with william shakespeare and robert foxworth as his own king lear.
from the 'bard series' of poems