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Macbeth

His words snaked through my lips,
Frosting them with venom bitter,
Lining them with black salt tears.
His history veined into my face,
Arresting every filament nerve,
Gnawing at the gut within.
"To-morrow, and to-morrow..."
and all was lost to time.
Yet stinging weeps across the page -
they remember.

Author notes

Probably Shakespeare's most tragic romance.
French version found at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/3669204.

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  • SerenityNChains gold member
    December 13, 2007

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    A wonderful rendition of a very powerful tale by Shakesphere. You spun your words almost as well, no offense, as old Will himself. Simply wonderful.

    Blessed be,
    Billie Jean

  • David Berry
    December 1, 2007

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    YES a big word poem that I understand. Lovez it . I award you three clappy faces of excellence.


    • demetrah10
      December 2, 2007
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      Hooray! Finally my inscrutable pretense can be discerned! For some reason Macbeth especially rends my heart - the romance is just unbelievably wretched. Lady Macbeth and he were perfectly suited, unlike any other shakespearean couple. "Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow" epitomizes that milieu of the tragic hero for me.