Wednesday, 3 October 2012


Wearing my other hat as a poet, I sometimes like to take a quotation and build on it. Here is a short one derived from Hamlet's teasing of Polonius about the shape of clouds:

Methinks it is not like a weasel;
                  methinks that a cloud is a cloud.
Let poets, priests, lovers and madmen
                  deem that fell death be not proud
and declare he shall have no dominion.
                  Methinks that a shroud is a shroud.

For my analysis of the play, wearing yet another hat visit:

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