Reflecting upon Lear
Canto, the First.
‘To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.’ ~John Milton
- Lear’s land, in the midst of a raging tempest,
knowing thyself, pondering at
his undones, unjusts and carelessness.
Whirlwinds are no dangers,
neither faulty stars,
‘tis our actions, made to curses, judicious punishment!
for the acts of darkness,
dear love of dicing,
for the falseness of hearts, the bloodiness of hands.
All the prayers in the pendulous air
hung o’er the heads. Heads
fatal as Poor Tom’s.
Eating frogs, toads, newts
drinking waters with fury dissolved
feasting on dungs, swallowing
dead old rats and dogs, unburied.
As Poor Thomas of Leardom.