Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
32: “Alas, poor Yorick!” 1603, from Hamlet, 5.1, by William Shakespeare
(1564–1616)
I know: It’s
not a poem, but
It also kind
of is, as well.
Besides,
I’ve memorized it—swell!
And so,
right here, I think I’ll … strut.
It’s from that
famous graveyard scene—
And we see
playful Hamlet mull
About that
famous Yorick skull
And what
such relics come to mean.
But moments
later—awful news.
He learns
Ophelia is no more.
The play
grows darker—to the core—
Like some
deep, painful, fatal bruise.
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