Friday, December 28, 2018


        There was a time when I was destitute,
all money spent, food eaten, liquor drunk,
youth gone. etc.

I had fallen in love with a young woman
who was trying to take care of me from a
distance... she had just  been married the
month before to a young lawyer in town -
 you get the drift.

It was then when I was destitute and broken-
hearted, sitting at my desk with no friends
at all... pining for this young woman... It was then I came across in my shelves "THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE."

I started scanning his plays with  my mind,
marking bits of excellent writing here and
there. I came across his character of Roselyn,
who struck me as one of his great heroes.

I naturally gravitated to the sonnets, because
William wrote these when he was broken-hearted and pining for a young person. His
situation was very similar to my own. He
was lonely and desperate. I could relate.

It was then I discovered his mind had a
natural affinity for my own. It was almost
uncanny, the phrases he used, which I had
used already.

I decided to combine some of his poetry
with my own. I was moved to do this not out of some ego need, but out of a sense of amazement.

I also decided that since the attention span of 21st century youth had been reduced to about 15 seconds, it was better to shorten Shakespeare's line - also because I was working with shorter lines, myself...

The results were 30 or so poems that went something like this... (how much was William Shakespeare and how much was William Milne,
I had no idea). But I have to assume most of it was Shakespeare:

                     JOY'S CONTENT
( This poem was marked #31)


            Joy's Content

O Lord, you who lend
Life to me,
Also give me please
A thankful heart

For you have given me
In this bounteous face
A world of earthly blessings
To my soul.

Her sight does ravish,
But her grace in speech,
Her words all clad
In wisdom's majesty,
Make me from wondering
Fall to weeping joys:

Such is the fullness
Of my heart's content.

(C)2010-2018 William G. Milne  
            A Guest in Willie's Playhouse

                         * *  *  * *

                  I was reading lines in Shakespeare's, "As You Like It". I was fascinated by the character of Rosalind. She's one of Shakespeare's few female protagonists, one of his very rare heroines.

                  I had a strange upbringing and as a result I'm more obsessed by spankings and whippings than perhaps I ought to be.

                  Nevertheless, I came upon the line:

"madmen are cured by whipping
in a house in the dark".

                  So I added the line: 
"Love's cure might be/ a lashing too".

I ended up with the following poem which
taken from the words of Rosalind's

Love In A Dark House
____  _  _   ____  _____

madmen are cured by whipping
in a house in the dark;
love's cure might be
a lashing too

love is merely madness
the same cure might
work here,
or perhaps a thrashing
in the park

I once cured a love
I set to visit me,
the first day I was grieving
the next I was at peace

I was apish then effeminate
I'd be loving... & longing
forever changing too
shallow and inconstant
(he was but a moonish youth)

I was loving, then I spat at him
proud, fantastical, uncouth;
shallow and inconstant,
and so tender,
maternal across the mile;

it was then I
cried before him:
the next day I did smile;
I liked him and
I loathed him
he never knew the truth

for every passion
for no passion
truly: anything! 

                     * * * * *

This is just a brief account of my workings with Shakespeare
each morning at 5:00 A.M., we truly seemed kindred
spirits, both mourning lost loved ones... writing in the silence
together, working in the dark.

(C)2000-2018 by W.G. Milne
(C)2000 and patent pending as to title.

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