William Shakespeare: Sonnets 73 & 74
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
Rachel Hadas: ‘Each bears his own ghosts’
How the classics speak to these days of fear, anger and presidential candidates stalking the land
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: That Old Shakespearean Rag
Call me “u” one more time I’ll smear spittle across the lead sky of your impoverishment. Go ahead, bear-bait me at the edge of this blood-clotted age with all the … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Shakespeare in the Schools
I grew up with Shakespeare. Even the working class side of the family could quote his poetry and apply it to their lives. Reading Shakespeare created imaginative range and intellectual … Continue reading