IAGO'S DEFENCE
I never tho't 'twould end that way.
God's truth, I believed he would denounce her,
leave this place in high dudgeon, and turn
to a friend who offered comfort.
All believ'd 'twas his colour I despised; none knew
my true motive--I kept it as tightly secured
as my passion.
'Twas hatred, deep and secret, aye--but only for her--
my desire for him was shielded in villainy.
His own love I mis-took; he lost it and
his life, while I must voiceless mourn, grief
eating my vitals like an angry worm.
Why could I not say those words so tightly secured
in my heart?
"Moor, I do love thee."
God's truth, I believed he would denounce her,
leave this place in high dudgeon, and turn
to a friend who offered comfort.
All believ'd 'twas his colour I despised; none knew
my true motive--I kept it as tightly secured
as my passion.
'Twas hatred, deep and secret, aye--but only for her--
my desire for him was shielded in villainy.
His own love I mis-took; he lost it and
his life, while I must voiceless mourn, grief
eating my vitals like an angry worm.
Why could I not say those words so tightly secured
in my heart?
"Moor, I do love thee."
TVS 8/6/93
5 comments:
What a lovely memorandum to a great teacher. I'm sure he'd have been thrilled to see you're continuing to think about literature and write creatively about it.
: )
Liz
Wonderful tribute, very touching story to a fine man. My father was a college English Prof. How deeply we are influenced by those who share their love and knowledge of great literature. As a teenager/young adult, I would go to my father's well stocked book shelves and read, read, read.
Who better to help you find the best words than the bard?
Mary
Wow!
I echo Sandra, Wow. Toni, I'm beyond impressed.
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