Ode
to My Oxford Shakespeare
The
musty fresh scent of autumn leaves
Piled
in airy layers over roots.
I
inhale, breathing deep meaning,
Smelling
words characters, plots, humanity.
Four
hundred years--composted yet not rotten.
Happy 449th birthday to Shakespeare, 23 April! I initially wrote this little poem in 1996. When I would visit Laura at college, she would give me a tour of her current classrooms. I would write "Read more Shakespeare" on the bottoms of the chalk boards. Today, to celebrate his Big Day, I offer to my readers to same exhortation.
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