03-21-2015, 09:06 AM
In mother’s arms, he starts to see
the stage on which he plays.
Wide-eyed and free, begins to dream;
the crowds will come some day.
A very good piece of work, though I had to read more than once to get it all...probably me being slow-witted.
For want of part, he acts to fit,
a vapid Hamlet roams. I like the contrast between vapid and Hamlet
Green actors’ thirst, grows truculentIs this more than one actor (actors') or one person (actor's)? I thought we were talking about a single person here.
dull pang for greatness moans.
Transcending now, his show robust
gold words from Shakespeare’s kiss.nice image
The crowds have come, fulfilled his lust
but head in hand he sits.
Same curtain falls, cries helplesslywhich curtain...the word same implies we are returning to a curtain
to be, or not to be.
In mother’s arms, he starts to see
to be, to be, to just be. agree with everyone else here...no need for the last "to"
the stage on which he plays.
Wide-eyed and free, begins to dream;
the crowds will come some day.
A very good piece of work, though I had to read more than once to get it all...probably me being slow-witted.
For want of part, he acts to fit,
a vapid Hamlet roams. I like the contrast between vapid and Hamlet
Green actors’ thirst, grows truculentIs this more than one actor (actors') or one person (actor's)? I thought we were talking about a single person here.
dull pang for greatness moans.
Transcending now, his show robust
gold words from Shakespeare’s kiss.nice image
The crowds have come, fulfilled his lust
but head in hand he sits.
Same curtain falls, cries helplesslywhich curtain...the word same implies we are returning to a curtain
to be, or not to be.
In mother’s arms, he starts to see
to be, to be, to just be. agree with everyone else here...no need for the last "to"