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Sun 13 Feb, 2005 08:38 pm
What plague is greater than the grief of mind?
The grief of mind that eats in every vein;
In every vein that leaves such clots behind;
Such clots behind as breed such bitter pain;
So bitter pain that none shall ever find,
What plague is greater than the grief of mind.
Is this poem as straight forward as it seems?
Seems to be. Why, do you find hidden meaning in it?
It is certainly a neat literary decvice! The structure, I mean.
I am imagining De Vere finding great pleasure in perfecting it.
Perhaps it assauged his grief?
There is a body of opinion that claims that de Vere wrote some of the plays attributed to Shakespear
http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/deverebio.htm
Isn't there a body of opinion that says almost EVERYONE wrote Shakespeare?
I like de Vere a lot.
dlowan wrote:Isn't there a body of opinion that says almost EVERYONE wrote Shakespeare?
True, but de Vere is a serious candidate. He has a body of published work (poetry) and is known to have been a playwrighte although those have supposedly been lost.
Hmmm - need to read more de Vere poetry - but I ain't seeing it.
I wonder if the original question here has been answered?
Nive - the structure of the poem (doubtless there is a name for it) is what stands out - the contrasting sense of the same lines at beginning and end - the way the words at the end of one line begin the next - it is a right little, tight little, Island - and cleverly done.
Were you hoping for more than this?