The seed of devotion was boldly pinned To my impression, soft with fancy youth, Since once I sat hushed whilst the Moor confessed In words more lordly than he be. In truth, I gave my heart that night in full measure To all kings and queens of thy gilded tongue. Hence, time hath not diminished this pleasure Which holds my senses when thy play’s begun. Lo, I hath wept a thousand tears over To dance beside Ophelia’s madness, And Romeo’s hand in mine grown colder, As you doth define the art of sadness. So be it ‘til this Kingdom’s fall, Of men, thy pen reigns beyond all.
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Post by jeannerené on Sept 5, 2010 13:06:43 GMT -8
Thank you for reading and for your comment.
As far as his significance on a global level, I can only comment that Shakespeare is the most well-known playwright in the world. I am not sure if he is the most read playwright, but I would venture a guess that he is that as well. That fact is significant in and of itself.
Having a background in theatre, I can say that no other playwright's influence can compare to that of Shakespeare. Whether he be the most talented playwright or no is debatable, but as to his breaking ground into the art of theatrical presentation and exploring further into the psyche of the tormented or comedic individual his significance in the world of dramatic arts is well substantiated.
To act in a Shakespearean play in true Shakespearean style , to be faithful to his words and format ... is an incomparable pleasure for any actor and one not to be forgotten.
Love to hear your thoughts too.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2010 13:21:05 GMT -8 by jeannerené
'Fan Letter to Shakespeare' reads as a heartfelt tribute to one of, if not the, most formost writer ever. I can't imagine anyone that has any interest in poetry that has not been influenced by him. The style and structure of your sonnet is in keeping with the discipline. I admire your command of the form.
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Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.