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Poem for Saturday, Meadowside, Way of the Warrior

The Tempest Act V Scene I
By William Shakespeare

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.


I'm watching the Tempest episode of Shakespeare Uncovered, hence the lines du jour and hence this will be brief. I didn't have a very exciting day anyway; the snowstorm now hammering the north missed us entirely except for some wind, rain, and a bit of sleet that didn't stick around since it was relatively warm. I wasn't out much, just for chores and to pick up son from school in the drizzle, then later for dinner with my parents -- it would have been my mother's father's 112th birthday.

I did post a review of Deep Space Nine's "The Way of the Warrior" and get some other writing done. In the evening we watched this week's Nikita (better than the previous one), then the last two episodes of Shakespeare Uncovered, the first of which was David Tennant and Jude Law talking about Hamlet with clips from Olivier, Jacobi and Gibson (whose performance actually holds up decently). Here are a few last photos from Meadowside Nature Center last month:


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