Thursday, October 04, 2007

Poetry Thursday: National Poetry Day

It's National Poetry Day here in the UK, so I'm doing Poetry Friday as Poetry Thursday. And this week I bring you Shakespeare (again) - and some lines from Henry V:

I am a king that find thee, and I know
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running 'fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country's peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.


William Shakespeare, Henry V Act IV, scene I


This week's round up will be at Whimsy Books tomorrow.

2 comments:

TadMack said...

I didn't know it was National Poetry Day! But I was feeling Shakespearian today as well. Something nice to read aloud of an evening!

BY the way, I hear you were on Cybils SF/F last year -- and you still got books from US publishers. I am now in Glasgow - hoping it's the same.

Michele said...

I was indeed on the Cybils SF&F Nominations Committee last year... I hope you enjoy it !

I'm *always* feeling Shakespearian !