5/28/06

Oh, what a marked day of strangeness this has been!

Despair had filled me up as I lay down
Ergo, I left the solace of my bed and took to town.

To be back in love with William I quickly fell,
Reminded of my youthful predilection.

Of days when winsome words did smooth my furrowed brow
And devotion intermixed with the eloquence of a comely sound
Did bring my heart to Shakespeare's with decision!

I now know nothing of the fates to which I harken.
I know only that they spin their wheels in darkness.

And some days we are their wheat, some days, chaff.
And some are days we cry before we laugh.

But, if this be the day on which I fall,
And am collected with the other earthly things;

Let them say I read, and that I wrote,
Let them say I did not bend, but broke.
And I will make the grave my bridal cloak.

Armed with a pen, I hope to show it harmony,
And be Shakespeare's child in blood, if not in progeny.