by Willa Cather

ParadoxI KNEW them both upon Miranda’s isle,

Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory:

Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile,

And Ariel, proud prince of minstrelsy,

Who did forsake the sunset for my tower

And like a star above my slumber burned.

The night was held in silver chains by power

Of melody, in which all longings yearned–

Star-grasping youth in one wild strain expressed,

Tender as dawn, insistent as the tide;

The heart of night and summer stood confessed.

I rose aglow and flung the lattice wide–

Ah, jest of art, what mockery and pang!

Alack, it was poor Caliban who sang.
A reminder that on April 27 we will be reading and discussing poetry and other literature about, or inspired by, Shakespeare, his works and characters. Please bring your own selection of this genre for discussion and, if you wish, post it first on the blog via the CONTACT US page, or email it to me directly. See the SCHEDULE PAGE for selections posted to-date.


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