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Winter
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William Shakespeare


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When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note, 
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) was an English poet and playwright whose work has arguably had more influence on the world--certainly the English-speaking part of it--than any other writer. Popular enough during his lifetime, William’s reputation and renown began to flourish in the 1800s and he is today considered one of the greatest writers of all times. While we don’t know how much of his work may have been lost over the centuries, nearly 40 plays, 154 sonnets, and a handful of other poems are currently identified as the work of "The Bard of Avon." His humor has withstood the test of time and virtually every great actor includes a Shakespearean monologue in his or her repertoire.

 


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tomleech:
For a look at how the Bard's amazing insights apply to today's world, take a look at "Say it like Shakespeare: How to give a speech like Hamlet, persuade like Henry V and other secrets from the world's greatest communicator." Available as e-book from amazon.com (OK, I wrote it -- Tom Leech)
Posted 12/28/2011 10:43 AM
69Dorcas:
I fine piece indeed. I like his sonnets, too.
Posted 12/27/2011 04:44 PM
dotief@comcast.net:
This is one of my favorite pieces by good ole Willie. It is almost a sonnet, but I think it is has too many lines to be that form. Still, he truly captures a moment in time--the mundane sorrowful winter landscape which must be most dreary in England. Pure magic, as ever!!!
Posted 12/27/2011 11:13 AM


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