Lear’s Sweat

We had great seats,
close seats
down by the stage seats
seats where you could
feel Lear’s sweat
the spit of his lines
fresh to us
as he comforted and cajoled
Cordelia, sweet sweet Cordelia,
and Goneril and Regan
railed and weeped
playing the fool
each of us his own part
in our time and place
losing and regaining sight
if we can

July 22, 2006 19:37
About seeing King Lear in Stratford in Connecticut as a student
See also - http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/lear/


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