Oh, we had great seats,
close seats, on the edge
of your seats seats
down by the stage seats
seats where you could
feel Lear’s sweat
the spit of his lines
the spray of his passion
his laments, his pain
fresh to us, authentic
as he comforted and cajoled
Cordelia, sweet sweet
Cordelia,
and Goneril and Regan
railed and weeped
playing the fool, so easily,
each of us his own part
in our time and place
losing and regaining sight
if we can but see
edited May 27, 2014
Lear’s Sweat – v2
Lear’s Sweat
About seeing King Lear in Stratford in Connecticut
as a middle or high school student
See also - http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/lear/
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