Day 16

day 16 - a poem that you love seeing performed

None of other than William Shakespeare's Sigh no more.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
men were deceivers ever;
one foot in sea, and one on shore,
to one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny,
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey nonny nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
of dumps so dull and heavy;
the fraud of men was ever so,
since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny,
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey nonny nonny.

and also Anne Sexton's Her Kind. I feel it so powerful and would be lovely to hear the breath of it in a voice.

Her Kind

have gone out, a possessed with,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.