The curtain rises
An anxious hush descends
Another “Hamlet” begins, again
The Prince in full
Melancholic flow, half-sane
On some foreign stage
Reveals himself
In soul-disturbing soliloquies
In French or Japanese
Or even Portuguese – –
The master of delays
Is seen and closely heard
Through the unseen Master’s verse
His angst and anger
Define our universe
The actors change
The timeless Prince remains
Unafraid of his Father’s ghost
In this archetypal chaos
A true love sadly lost
His world unhinged
The fat king killed at last
In unscripted violence
And Hamlet himself surprised :
” The rest is silence.”
An engaging and erudite epistle eloquently expressed.
Thank you,Louis.
I enjoyed this Vijay….I will never forget castle of Elsinore…..was ‘the play’ for my senior leaving cert year…..and there were many questions.
Thank you very much, John.