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Monday

W is for Where Art Thou, Muse


Popularly tagged “The Bard of Avon,” William Shakespeare has been called one of the finest writers in English language history. Shakespeare penned 38 plays (including comedies, histories, and tragedies), as well as more than 150 sonnets.

Shakespeare’s best-known works include As You Like It, Hamlet, King Lear, Macbeth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Othello, Richard III, Romeo and Juliet, and The Taming of the Shrew.

Here’s a savory sonnet for writers everywhere from a wonderful wordsmith.

Where Art Thou, Muse?
(Sonnet 100)
By William Shakespeare
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
   Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
   So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.


That’s for all the A to Z Blogging Challenge participants!

The muse awaits! Keep on blogging! The finish line is close!
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Wednesday

K is for The Kiss of Cure


British Cavalier poet Thomas Carew (1595-1622), growing up as one of 11 children in his family, became famous for his witty and often risqué metric poetry, often penned for the pleasure of the royal court.

The Kiss of Cure
or: The Tooth-Ache Cured by a Kiss
By Thomas Carew

Fate’s now grown merciful to men,
    Turning disease to bliss;
For had not kind rheum vext me then,
    I might not Celia kiss.
Physicians, you are now my scorn,
    For I have found a way
To cure diseases, when forlorn
    By your dull art, which may
Patch up a body for a time,
    But can restore to health
No more than chemists can sublime
    True gold, the Indies' wealth.
That angel sure that used to move
    The pool men so admired,
Hath to her lip, the seat of love,
    As to his heaven, retired.

Last year’s A to Z post: Keep on Kidding

 
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By Frederic Soulacroix
19th Century
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Friday

Words of Life - A Trifold Haiku of Life Told True


(Written upon request of Mad Kane’s prompt on “poems on poetry” or “poems on writing.”)




Words of Life –
A Trifold Haiku of Life Told True



What is poetry?
Images, metaphors, words
Or a work of art?

Hearts poured on parchment,
Lives shared, through spirits expressed.
Never-ending truth.

What is poetry?
Untaught, but experienced.
Poetry is life.



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Thursday

Classics Class - a Teacher's Lament on Students' Descent

Let's take a peek in a present-day high school English class, from behind the teacher's desk. Are we dumbing-down literature and creative writing? What has happened to culture and literacy?

Classics Class

"Publish or perish!" the principal said.
Perhaps I would be better off left for dead.
My dreams, they are filled with inkblots of red,
And my editing pencil has run out of lead.

A sophomoric essay has caught me off-guard,
Comparing an MTV star to the Bard.
Old Will's reputation is suddenly marred
By teen disrespect and complete disregard.

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