Thursday, March 28, 2013


     I find myself reborn and called to write
     New dramas for this so-much altered age
     In language cultivated to delight
     The modern auditors who view my stage.
     And yet for all I’ve heard of what now passes
     For dramatic dialogue, they have lost the art
     Of eloquence, and poetry alas is
     Banished from the boards, its very heart.
     No, I’ll content myself with forgery
     And make my living as a scholar who
     Will unearth long-lost manuscripts and be
     The publisher of Shakespeare’s residue
         (Along with evidence of who I was,
         So much maligned by current scholars’ buzz).