King’s monologue from Henry VI


O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.
When this is known, then to divide the times:
So many hours must I tend my flock;
So many hours must I take my rest;
So many hours must I contemplate;
So many hours must I sport myself;
So many days my ewes have been with young;
So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:
So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass’d over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!






From an admirer


I spool your thought and tie

to it kites of my imagination

to graze the expanse of your sky.

I let go of my reason in your awe

while the springs of your wisdom

feed my barren lands




Women’s day


thou unworthy vessel of my noble seed

never shall thy station exceed

than a subject of my will and object of my lead

thou shall breathe when I say breathe

thou shall bleed when I say bleed

kiss the dirt that I tread; ’tis the best of thy deed




thou undeserving vessel of God-given meed

on thy own flesh dost thou feed

heaven-vast thy vanity, ocean-deep thy greed

waste of consciousness thou earth-eating weed

not afar lies the age when I shall be freed

from thy miserly hand and ungodly creed




thou ungrateful vassals of Almighty,  yield!

to thy Lord’s power, bow down, take heed!

thou were created in pairs; each others’ need

brief is thy life, as life of a sweat bead

not hatred, malice and envy but breed

gentleness, love and honor on earth, succeed!