It's Poetry Friday again! I have been working in my classroom all week, getting ready for school to start next week. We are going to start late, due to concerns about election aftermath (we have voting on Sunday). It's a good thing, because I am not ready for school yet. And a couple of days after school starts, I'm leaving to take my daughter to college.
There's been some beweeping going on.
And yet I am thankful for the people I have in my life, for my long-suffering husband, my children, my parents and brothers, my friends. I was thinking of these words this morning: "thy sweet love remembered." When I think of all the human love in my life, both past and present, I really do "scorn to change my state with Kings."
It's hard to say goodbye to people because we love them. If we didn't love them, how barren would our lives be? Love and loss - Shakespeare understood.
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possest,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising -
Haply I think on thee: and then my state,
Like to the Lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with Kings.
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