Interrupted interview with Shakespeare
On a midsummer night
when I had had enough
because even being alone
can sometimes last too long
I put a chair in front of me
and on the chair a portrait of Shakespeare.
I talked to him at length
and he listened patiently
so he turned out to be
a great listener too,
and thereafter asked him questions
to which he responded enthusiastically,
with comprehensive answers,
because it was a long time ago
that someone had asked him anything.
He talked nineteen to the dozen
about how he was obliged to marry
the much older Ann Hathaway
and about his friendship
with the Count of Southampton
for whom he wrote the poem
'Venus and Adonis',
all he went through
in the grubby alleys and slums of London
and the blue colour of longing
for the trees and lawns of Stratford.
He had just begun
to explain
what he had projected
of himself in Romeo
and who actually was his Julia
when a man entered the room.
Without saying a word
the man peered around
and with a short sharp movement
put an egg
amongst Shakespeare's hair
as if it were a birdsnest.
Then he began loudly
and with great conviction
to call cuckoo, cuckoo.
Shakespeare took the egg
out of his hair and
looked at it with sadness.
He shook his head
with disapproval or misunderstanding,
and then tinkling loudly fell apart
into hundreds of colourful
pieces of glass.
|
|
Willem G. Roggeman (1935)
[photo Internet] |
|
No comments:
Post a Comment