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Poetry / What is the question?
« on: July 20, 2008, 07:03:02 pm »
To be, or not to be. That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or to take arms agaisnt a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep,
no more. And by sleep we mean to end the
heartace and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a connsumation
devoutley to be wished. To die, to sleep,
to sleep perchance to deam. Aye, there's
the rub. for in that sleep of death what
deams may come, when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
( as best I can remember it hope it's accurate )
(Putting out a request that someone hunt down
the poem "Annabell lee" and post it. Not sure
if that's spelled right though.)
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or to take arms agaisnt a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep,
no more. And by sleep we mean to end the
heartace and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a connsumation
devoutley to be wished. To die, to sleep,
to sleep perchance to deam. Aye, there's
the rub. for in that sleep of death what
deams may come, when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
( as best I can remember it hope it's accurate )
(Putting out a request that someone hunt down
the poem "Annabell lee" and post it. Not sure
if that's spelled right though.)