Immortality

                 On William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

My Muse now whispers of brave ones long dead,
Knowing a source past darlings of the age;
He won’t be limited to what is read,
Nor to new fashion: young things are rarely sage.
Nor does He need what poetry can say
To give the Light and Life that He will give,
Since Lincoln, grown and gone, still breathes today
And without Whitman would as richly live.
A Christian poet, taken with his pen,
Once wrote that only it could life sustain,
But Essex, Pembroke and much lesser men
Wink at him now, and laugh at their remains.
They outgrow meaning, when pen and ink do part –
To think alone is needed where thou art.

One comment

  1. Hi Mark

    “But Essex, Pembroke and much lesser men
    Wink at him now, and laugh at their remains.
    They outgrow meaning, when pen and ink do part –
    To think alone is needed where thou art.”

    What could be more effective than to reflect on Shakespeare in the sonnet’s context, the poetic form he mastered .I like the voice in this poem,;its tone and direction. Beyond words and ink, there is the living spirit of an artist’s imagination, that rises from the page and enlightens even possesses, those who not only read but deeply contemplate the contents of his work, the aspects of his experience and life. The Bard , for me, serves as an immortal guide and guardian of the human conscience and condition. Thank you for sharing this meditative piece. I truly enjoyed reading it.

    My Best
    Wendy

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