Featured Poem
June 2 - June 8, 1998
Just as if love hadn't yet been mentioned in various (and often glorious) pieces of poetry, this song from Twelfth Night offered me a new vision, which I can't say I agree with, even though it is - another vision!
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 
    O, stay and hear! your true love's coming. 
    That can sing both high and low: 
Trip no further, pretty sweeting; 
Journeys end in lovers meeting, 
    Every wise man's son doth know. 
    What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
    Present mirth has present laughter; 
        What's to come is still unsure: 
    In delay there lies no plenty; 
    Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty! 
        Youth's a stuff will not endure.
William Shakespeare
(April 23, 1564 - April 23, 1616)
This song is sung by the clown Feste in Twelfth Night, to two of the comic characters, Andrew Aguecheek and Sir Toby Belch. Feste offers a love song, or a song of good life. Sir Toby replies, "A love song, a love song," and Andrew agrees, saying, "Ay, ay. I care not for good life."
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