On the occasion of Shakespeare’s 450th birthday I’m offering my second sonnet as a tribute to the greatest poet of all times. To further celebrate his birthday tell me what
your favourite Shakespeare’s quotation is. I’d love to hear from you.
A word unkind inflames a hurt malign
That lingers in the heart for days and nights.
O Revenge! Come hither, give me a sign.
Shall I whet the sabre for the fights?
‘Hear me, wounded soul! These are my wares:
You strike them hard and strike them fast! Cut off
The brazen, wicked tongue that hurts and spares
No one, the weapon unable to further scoff.
Depart from me, you spiteful spook! ‘Tis not
By wounding the wounded heart improves; to hurt
Another would hurt me too; a peaceful plot
I choose – much finer tactics than vengeful dirt.
To forgive unkindness bestows a golden gift
On the one offended and the one who caused the rift.
© 2013 Irina Dimitric