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Romeo Is Dead - a lament
May 29, 2014
4:29 pm
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Romeo, my dear dead son.
Nature did not intend that I
should out live you.  I am undone
knowing that it was not cruel fate
but I, with my ancient hate, who
am most responsible for the shell
of woe that I am become.  With my own words,
with my own actions I conspired to remove
the best of me.  All joy, all beauty,
all hope and happiness, all everything
that sparks life, I with reptilian envy, unworthy pride,
and blind ignorance, it was I who burned all good
with my unquenchable hatred.  Now only the ashes of despair
fill what used house blood, bone and sinew. 

It is only right that I lie beneath this uncaring ground.
Not you, my most beloved son.  By all things natural, it is you
should now be kneeling above this mourning ground,
weeping for my demise.  You who should have placed
copper on my eyes.  This is my most profound,
impossible wish.  My son, forgive me for I cannot.

I remember your tutors' words,
"What grace my lord"
"An agile mind",
"His countenance like sunshine, many
a smiling maid will soon agree".

Oh, my son.
If only I had not so despised the Capulet.
If I had not encouraged bitter disposition
amongst our houses, would you not be even now
be courting the young Juliet?  And in
that happy future mighten I be
playing with your issue, instead of
walking dead amongst these painful
memories of bright promise?

Why Capulet?  Why not, indeed
why not.  Juliet, I have discovered is all
that inspires love.  I would have loved her,
and thus would I have become all heart. 
So love for the two of you would have made me
complete in love, making all other parts unnecessary.

Unnecessary is my life, but not so my existence.
My wife, my enterprise, the servants I employee,
what would become of them should I expire.  I
must continue to be, if not live.  My son, I wish I
had loved you less than I loved me.  Living now
is constant sorrow.  Your memory is accusation,
my former hates hector me, raking what is left
of my heart with talons of woe.  You and fair Juliet
died for love.  Would that I too could follow.

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craigb12
May 29, 2014
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Interesting topic... I know you are usually open to critique, but let me know if you'd like one. 

Wine is bottled poetry. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
May 30, 2014
5:47 pm
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Hmmmmm! I question !

May 30, 2014
6:07 pm
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u have pricked a ear up on this piece ha ha not because i am english or even the fact in thirty miles from where he wrote,my daughter who studys Shakespeare in sure will be happy to share a thought on this.

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aziz
May 31, 2014
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This is really Shakespeare language close, not even Shakespeare light, but I hope your daughter enjoys it.  Sometimes it's fun to wonder how a character would continue after the play or story.  I chose the father of Romeo because Juliet's father didn't care for her except as a chess piece.

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