Simply Shakespeare

Lorna



His words of love and history

From whence did they appear

What muses danced before his eyes

And whispered in his ear

An ordinary man and yet

A master we hold dear

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2018 05:27
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 32
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    TWELFTH NIGHT ~ WS
    When that I was a little tiny boy
    With hey ho ~ the wind and the rain
    A foolish thing was but a toy
    For the rain it raineth every day !

    A great while ago the World began
    With hey ho ~ the wind and the rain
    But that's all done ~ our play is done
    And we'l strive to please you again and again !

    Thanks Lorna for a fine tribute to the World's foremost Playwright and Poet ~ William Shakespeare ! Love the Picture ~ the Poem and the Video ! Please check my LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ~ Thanks ~ Yours as always BRIAN !

  • Michael Edwards

    This is such a little gem of a write Lorna - love it as I do Deller - one of the best countertenors ever.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Wonderfully poetic questions in this little gem Lorna.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Lorna. Aww, I'm a bit un-cultured. The only 'Hey ho' I know is ...'It's off to work we go'. Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs. Still classical?! lol.

  • Laura🌻

    Lorna,
    A great pic!
    I love the poem! Yes, I wonder who his muses were that inspired his creativity!

    I loved the pic in the video of the three children trying to get the ball through the hoop!

    ~Laura~

  • lasergraph

    We certainly hold dear. A great write and tribute.

  • Goldfinch60

    A very good write Lorna although I do not like Shakespeare, it was forced down our throats at school (that was a long, long time ago) and it has put me off him completely.

    • Lorna

      ha ha - an honest man.............

      • Goldfinch60

        Certainly that, if you lie there becomes too much to remember.



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