A Performance Of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon
Nature teaches us our tongue again
And the swift sentences came pat.
Into cool night rescued from rainy dawn.
And I seethed with language - Henry at
Harfleur and Agincourt came apt for war
In Ireland and the Middle East.
The riddling and right tongue, the feeling words
Solid and dutiful.
Met purpose in "advantages" and "He
That fights with me today shall be my brother.
Say this is patriotic, out of date.
But you are wrong.
It never is too late
For nights of stars and feet that move to an
Iambic measure; all who clapped were linked,
The theatre is our treasury and too,
Our study, school-room, house where mercy is
Dispensed with justice.
Shakespeare has the mood
And draws the music from the dullest heart.
This is our birthright, speeches for the dumb
Henry has the words
For grief and we learn how to tell of death
"All was as cold" she said
"As any stone" and so, we who lacked scope
For big or little deaths, increase, grow up
To purposes and means to face events
Of cruelty, stupidity.
Fast under stars.
The Avon wandered on
"Tomorrow and tomorrow".
Words aren't worn
Out in this place but can renew our tongue,
Flesh out our feeling, make us apt for life.
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