tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post665189354414302892..comments2024-01-18T04:42:47.809-06:00Comments on BitterGrace Notes: "All is riddle..."BitterGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18262639525430954930noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post-66945529703028950612010-07-13T18:59:40.671-05:002010-07-13T18:59:40.671-05:00"One asks for mournful melodies;
Accomplished..."One asks for mournful melodies;<br />Accomplished fingers begin to play.<br />Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,<br />Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay." <br /><br />What would Emerson have thought of Yeats?BitterGracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18262639525430954930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post-27665996641634992882010-07-12T15:59:42.031-05:002010-07-12T15:59:42.031-05:00wAll perform their tragic play,
There struts Haml...wAll perform their tragic play, <br />There struts Hamlet, there is Lear, <br />That's Ophelia, that Cordelia; <br />Yet they, should the last scene be there, <br />The great stage curtain about to drop, <br />If worthy their prominent part in the play, <br />Do not break up their lines to weep. <br />They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay; <br />Gaiety transfiguring all that dread. <br />All men have aimed at, found and lost; <br />Black out; Heaven blazing into the head: <br />Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. <br />Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages, <br />And all the drop-scenes drop at once <br />Upon a hundred thousand stages, <br />It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.La Bonne Vivantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826781060994198215noreply@blogger.com