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A Riddle for Shakespeare
We toil in our follies
at the edge of the world,
as if there was no end in sight,
wrapped in a poem;
much too long for the night,
"And yet, very literally,
it is a priceless thing.." ― Thomas Carlyle
at the edge of the world,
as if there was no end in sight,
wrapped in a poem;
much too long for the night,
"And yet, very literally,
it is a priceless thing.." ― Thomas Carlyle
Published 20th Nov 2014
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20th Nov 2014 9:45am
The poet's torment, likely experienced often by Shakespear. Excellently penned.
20th Nov 2014 9:15pm
Endlessness indeed, yet to conquer oneself is priceless; if one even knows what it means. I think that you do. Thank you.
20th Nov 2014 4:11pm
"wrapped in a poem/much too long for the night" That's beautiful. My favorite line in Shakespeare is "Stars, hide thy fires/Let not light see my black and deep desires." That's Macbeth trying to psych himself for the murder of the princes. Kind of backfired, as things turned out. Anyway, enjoyed the riddle.
I know him best through his Sonnets. Shakespeare is priceless, as is devotion to poetry, language; this lyrical symbolism for all mankind. Thank you for the compliment. Yes, there is but one poem, much too long for the night. (I even love saying it) :)
20th Nov 2014 11:08pm
the sonnets are enigmatic on
several levels, of course, but
on one they are quite clear...
procreate or else..:)
several levels, of course, but
on one they are quite clear...
procreate or else..:)
22nd Nov 2014 2:32am
I couldn't say enough about him. He was a master. I truly love the sonnets. I've been there all day.
23rd Nov 2014 11:59am
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