Sunday, 29 July 2012

3 comments:

Christo Heyworth said...

Tried to get Kenneth Branagh to read this for us, but apparently he's still at Stratford rejoicing in Friday evening's triumph:


“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”

I'd love to hear your teacherly guy's analysis of that Lindsay,

Ashley R Lister said...

Lindsay,

Your artwork is spot on - I'm so jealous ;-)

Ash

Adele said...

So glad God we poets still have free will, opinions and guts. Great satire Lindsay.