Day 205
Stratford
Day 205. Wednesday 7th November
Day 205. Wednesday 7th November
© 2018 Steve Cook
Stratford
Stratford
At Stratford I was thinking of Shakespeare
At Stratford I was thinking of Shakespeare
And concluded he could not have dreamed
And concluded he could not have dreamed
Even remotely of the centuries in his far future
Even remotely of the centuries in his far future
Changed beyond recognition but for his name.
Changed beyond recognition but for his name.
His work has been the golden thread that links
His work has been the golden thread that links
The shifting sands of war and flux and change,
The shifting sands of war and flux and change,
A few plays scratched with quill in fading ink
A few plays scratched with quill in fading ink
Outlive nations, unfading e'en where empires fade.
Outlive nations, unfading e'en where empires fade.
Could he have dreamed of this future a single jot
Could he have dreamed of this future a single jot
His words performed in nations not yet birthed
His words performed in nations not yet birthed
Or himself elected to the status of a god
Or himself elected to the status of a god
Who thought his plays sole measure of his worth?
Who thought his plays sole measure of his worth?
Would he understand this adoration for his words
Would he understand this adoration for his words
That e'er fell short of the image in his mind
That e'er fell short of the image in his mind
Or embarrassed think his greatness was not earned
Or embarrassed think his greatness was not earned
For the many faults and quirks he alone could find?
For the many faults and quirks he alone could find?
Or would he think perhaps the greatness is not his
Or would he think perhaps the greatness is not his
But belongs instead to those who carried forth his name?
But belongs instead to those who carried forth his name?
The millions who by their own agreements bid
The millions who by their own agreements bid
Him be carried on their shoulders to his fame?
Him be carried on their shoulders to his fame?
In truth this legend was not solely made by he alone,
In truth this legend was not solely made by he alone,
Who made fine art of this device of human speech
Who made fine art of this device of human speech
He cast the seed for other men to nurture well once sown
He cast the seed for other men to nurture well once sown
Vast fields husbanded and grown beyond his reach.
Vast fields husbanded and grown beyond his reach.