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Looking for Shakespeare -- A Poem

"Looking for Shakespeare" is an ode to critics of rhyme, written in response to those who feel that rhyming poetry is rudimentary or mundane.

I had fun writing this poem while listening to the wonderful music of Shakespeare in Love...

The poet's brew...

Herbal Tea

Herbal Tea

The poet’s brew hath worldly flair

Yet wisdom’s prose is seasoned bare

When herbs are plucked before their time

To perish quick of childish rhyme. ---

‘Tis not the heedless days of youth

Nor green of life's unripened truth…

Our poet’s wit hath marked the taste

To ably flee the glutton’s haste;

We needn’t sow what pens bequeath

That savors not what stirs beneath,

Nor quench the souring buds of spring

Should seasons bear the critic’s sting;

Your narrow measure spoils the spice

From garden herbs such loves entice…

To marry thus for judgment’s sake

Would every day a cuckold make;

So lift your pen and furrowed brow...

‘Tis not your brew our words endow --

And sip of rhyme the poet weaves

To catch the quick before it leaves.

I have long been a great admirer of William Shakespeare’s work. I often wonder if these rhyme critics ever read his rhyming poetry or sonnets. If so, did they understand his brilliant allusions and themes? I think not.


"So should the lines of life that life repair,

Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,

Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,

Can make you live your self in eyes of men."

— William Shakespeare; from Sonnet XVI

© 2013 Genna East

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