I brave the wind from whichever quarter:
North, South, East, West? I care not! ‘Tis all one
To me. To me.
It’s a little-known fact that Shakespeare composed several of our best-known modern pop songs in iambic pentameter. Perhaps this is the most recognisable? I thought it apt to publish this on Christmas Eve, given the Queen ‘cover version’ was a Christmas Number One …
Can we call our meagre existence ‘real’?
Or but a crazéd artesanal dream,
Buried ‘neath a veritable av’lanche
With little chance to ‘scape our earthly lot?
Dear friend, go shed the scales that cloud thy sight,
Raise thy eyes from ground to God’s azure light,
Anon, see …