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From: To Shakespeare by Frances Anne Kemble

 

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With what beseeching
Would, I pray—make me equal
Thy works to perform

 

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Original poem:
To Shakespeare

Frances Anne Kemble (b. 1809)

Oft, when my lips I open to rehearse
Thy wondrous spell of wisdom, and of power,
And that my voice, and thy immortal verse,
On listening ears, and hearts, I mingled pour,
I shrink dismayed – and awful doth appear
The vain presumption of my own weak deed;
Thy glorious spirit seems to mine so near,
That suddenly I tremble as I read –
Thee an invisible auditor I fear:
Oh, if it might be so, my master dear!
With what beseeching would I pray to thee,
To make me equal to my noble task,
Succor from thee, how humbly would I ask,
Thy worthiest works to utter worthily.

Helen Santmyer’s Prairie Town

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Laugh at this grey town,
Dust lies thick; ragged trees
Streets lost—prairie seas

Unsoftened majesty
Wide streets end—wide earth begins
Sun sets; full moon-rise

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Helen Santmyer was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, in 1895. She attended and later taught at Wellesley College in Massachusetts. Her poetry appeared in anthologies and journals, however her most famous work, And Ladies of the Club (Ohio State University Press, 1982), was published just a few years before her death in 1986.

 

 

A. Bierce

MIND, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavor to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.
(Ambrose Bierce)

Mind over matter
Can matter find its own mind
And beyond the grave…

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