Reflecting upon Lear

Canto, the First.

brave, but painful
‘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.

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