Not A Genuine Likeness Of Shakespeare After All…

Awhile back I wrote a post about a picture that was claimed to be one of the few paintings of Shakespeare painted while he was still alive.

Funny, He Doesn’t Look Like Francis Bacon!

A painting has come to light that may very well be the only real painting made of Shakespeare while he was alive. The story can be found here

National Poetry Month: Edgar Allan Poe

One of Poe’s more interesting efforts…

National Poetry Month: I’m Wrestling With an Octopus

Since April is National Poetry Month here is another for you:

Robert Herrick: The Vine

Since it is, apparently, National Poetry Month, here is a poem for your enjoyment.

One Last Poem in Honor of National Poetry Month

One last poetry entry. This is one I wrote myself. I was not going to post anything I wrote but Mrs. afarensis threatened to do horrible things if I didn’t. This is actually an older one and is stylistically much different from recent attempts…I should mention that it is about Bach…

More Poetry: Celebrating National Poetry Month

Since Stochastic is making a big deal of it and all, here is another. This time from Percy Bysshe Shelley, rather than Poe (didn’t want to depress anyone)…

National Poetry Month

As several of my blog sibs have pointed out, this is National Poetry Month. Last year I posted one of my own modest efforts.

National Poetry Month

It is national Poetry Month so:

she walks in beauty,
and as you reach out to touch her,
you wish you could see her face.

she walks in serenity,
and as you reach out to touch her,
smoke curls and writhes winding ’round your face.

she walks in grace,
and as you reach out to touch her,
tears fall and you lick your lips for a taste.

she walks in sorrow,
and as you reach out to touch her,
sadness lingers and a heart breaks.

she walks in love,
and as you reach out to touch her,
love blossoms and pains no longer ache.