With Nabokov and obviously with Shakespeare i feel almost anything could be poetry.The class list for example. And i don't say this simply because they are who they are, but because i feel it when i read it.
This semester was my first one back after about a year out of school. The first two books i've read were an autobiography and a book about a pederast. But i've pined over them! it is a petro-rainbow.
Caliban- Be no afreard; the isle is full of noises,
sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt
not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then i dreaming,
The clouds methought would ope and show riches
ready to drop upon me, that, when i waked
I cried to dream again.
sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt
not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then i dreaming,
The clouds methought would ope and show riches
ready to drop upon me, that, when i waked
I cried to dream again.
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