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April 16, 2009


What a vivid and surprising piece of poetry, thanks for sharing it!

Thanks, Lucy! I thought so too.

A really lovely passage. I think of another passage that responds with wonder to being-human, and yet sees the weaknesses, the flaws in the system (the flaw, in Antigone, presented as a coded threat).

"What piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so."

There's speculation that Shakes. might have been echoing Psalm 8: "When I behold Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which Thou hast established; What is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou thinkest of him? Yet Thou hast made him but little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou hast made him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands; Thou hast put all things under his feet."

p.s. Thanks for the welcome above.

God, it's marvelous, isn't it? He was every inch a dramatist.

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