Introducing: Poetry Monday

Thought I’d try something new, so here’s introducing a new category: Poetry Monday :) and… I’m sure it’s self explanatory.
Let’s start things off with a part of the inspiration for my blog title, and my favorite metaphor for Life by the Bard of Avon. Enjoy!


” All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

{Jaques (Act II, Scene VII,
lines 139-166)}


~William Shakespeare,
As you like it


13 Comments to “Introducing: Poetry Monday”

  1. Thats very beautiful, the sctipt is a little hard to read but beautiful all the same.

    Here’s an author you might like, one of my favorites:

    When I Go Alone at Night

    When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
    It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.

    When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
    It is my own heart that beats wildly — I do not know how to quiet it.

    When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
    It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.

    Rabindranath Tagore

    • Yes well it was written a long time ago so it’s only natural to be a bit hard to read (I remember how hard it was when we had to read Shakespeare for school).

      I love the poem you wrote here, it’s really beautiful! It deserves an appearance in another Poetry Monday.
      Thank you so much Charles :)

      • You’re welcome dear. I have a tendency to save poems that move me in some degree; I suppose we all do that. But then I go back and dissect them. I love Shakespeare, Yeats, Byron – I adore Shelley’s work so much I would aspire to write like him.

  2. really nice category! (even thought i only like short short poems) :P but this one’s nice :) w8ing for the next one :))

  3. Oh, I love Shakespeare as well :) and great topic, it was a nice idea!

  4. What a great excerpt from Shakespeare, I saw it in the quotes section too and it reminded me of how on a stage people get dressed up in costumes, change their appearance, suppress their true character and take on the part of another character. They then act the stage part using what they learned and practiced in preparation for the play.
    So it is in spiritual life because each life is a play wherein we dress up as a character, change appearance, suppress our true character, take on the part of a new character and act out what we learned in the period/s between other lives.

    • Glad you’ve also liked it, and I like your take on it! It’s similar to mine, so I’m happy to see people share opinions even if they don’t know each other ;)

  5. Great idea Estrella. I only like short ones too :P but they’re good all the same.

  6. Estrella, This is something really nice for us men. Thanks.

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