Tribute of Tributes
(Homage to Shakespeare on his birthday - April 23, 2002)
Making the heaven of heavens your dwelling-place,
You stand nearest to God. You brought to birth
The world, the heavens and the underworld,
All bathed in music. Hovering over them,
A godhead mighty and eternal, spurning
The bounded reign of Time and place, somewhere
Betwixt despair and God, you spread abroad
Your thoughts and beauties, that by instinct, man
Is intimate with thee. O eye of God,
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare, and our pattern
To live or die, we must be free or die
Who speak your language, stuff of muse and thunder.
So say the accolades of Reinhardt, Coleridge,
Olivier, Johnson, Lawrence, Browning, Wordsworth,
Jane Austen, Ionesco, Arnold, that
Conclude with Borges' words, ascribed to God:
"I dreamed the world the way you dreamt your plays."
With them, I'll love thee 'till the end of days.
April 23, 2002