As the flowers of verse open to bloom
They glow warmly, exhibiting their form.
What emerges from those buds with strong perfume
Will hold us fast when the players perform.
Maintained within their grip with tragic strength
And lost deep in their sway for ever more,
We move through space and time for a Planck length
To reach the heights of Hamlet’s depths in awe.
Othello will reach for those starlit skies
As Prospero does when he’s cast adrift,
And their breakthroughs should come as no surprise,
His works reveal his secret parting gift:
The words we need to contemplate our doom,
Found as we lay those flowers on his tomb.
William Shakespeare, English poet and playwright, was born on this day in 1564 and died today in 1616.
Max Planck, German theoretical physicist, was born on this day in 1858.