On the last Tuesday of every month, I’m going to join in and blog (very) informally about some of the poetry that I’ve read over the past month.
For January, I thought I’d share some of Shakespeare’s thoughts from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
In Act III, scene ii, Hermia has awakened to find her love, Lysander, gone without explanation. She accuses Demetrius, his rival, of harming him:
Out, dog! Out, cur! Thou driv’st me past the bounds
Of maiden’s patience. Has thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never numb’red among men.
O, once tell true: tell true, even for my sake
Durst thou have looked upon him being awake!
And hast thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
I can just feel the pain, anger and contempt in Hermia’s words!
My favorite lines from this play, though, are Helena’s in Act 1, scene i:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.