Hamlet, V, i, 201-211

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?

Hamlet says it to his friend in this known skull-scene: "My joker! He is funnier in death than he was in life. Look at you! In a rotten state, expiring bones, no meat on your noggin; worms for a crown, too. Is it correct proof to how we come to our final way? High tea with grave-robbers and looters? No, this won't make me laugh; maybe then, when my father was king. Now he is a ghost; merriment is taboo. Goodbye, you boorish fool."

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth,
Without any bread,
Whipped them all soundly, and sent them to bed.

Oh, rude, evil mom who stayed in a sandal,
Had twenty poor, hated kids whom she couldn't handle.
She made a hot lamb-dish,
Then gave them twenty blows.
(Now she'd be in prison on the death row!)

A Farewell
by Coventry Patmore

With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposed paths to persevere.
Go thou to East, I West.
We will not say
There 's any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
Is dead,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazed meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.

I Say Ta Ta For Now, Madam
by Meyran Kraus

I may be firm, yet I can't tolerate:
Let's separate.
Aha, Warm Sweet!
Consoling is the woeful lucid street...
A simple fate,
These turned, reluctant shoes,
These eyes secrete;
We'll go in two strange routes, as lovers split.
Yours South, North shall be mine.
Oh, let's not pray
Or wish - our fortune dim and gray.
Although, Divine,
If dearest son of this misery bond,
The infant Woe,
Is gone,
With wet drops out of sight
View dandelions illumine the night -
Then maybe we,
Where dawn comes fervently,
(Even if the body can't pose or face),
Throwing a pledge, a vow to be apart,
Encounter, dazed;
The keen ride over to a branch, upraised -
We welcome one more favor to the heart
And cry with joy for we, again, unite.

A verse-by-verse anagram of a song.

Tori Amos
Winter

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove

I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice: "You must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"
He says:

"When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear"

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror, where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know, dad, the ice is getting thin

Hair is grey and the fires are burning
So many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud
I always wanted that myself

"When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear, never change"
All the white horses...

Tim Retario
Snow

A wet rainy morning;
My ten tiny digits numb.
I sniffle, twitch;
My two new mink-top galoshes worn.
I love the wet time of the year;
I hang on to my pa's wet arm.

I go far, chase a fast wind's roars,
A furious pretty napper grabs my feet.
A far, sad cry: "See, in the future you will have independence;
Soon you will be without me."
He utters:

"Enough hesitating, Hanna,
Why can't you see how gorgeous you are?
Enough hesitating, Hanna;
Seasons come and go monotonously, turn dully...
Didn't your knight in shiny armor wake up?
Such a drama! Aah, lay peaceful by me, I say
The snow will eventually melt away."

When snow in town turns to water, I'm in love!
Buttercup-buds crawl, stretch their heads...
Time progresses - I'm dry, lonely;
Grow grey hair; Frosty dies.
Ask my image: "Show me a glass castle!"
No, nothing there but this face.
I want to decide my origin;
When I'll remember, father, I won't ski again.

I grow older but stay young at heart,
My last desires left far behind.
"Hanna, you satisfy me", you whisper;
I need a damn reason: Why?

"Enough hesitating, Hanna,
Why can't you see how gorgeous you are?
Ah, enough weeping, Hanna;
Seasons come and go monotonously, turn dully...
Did your knight in shiny armor leave you?
Such a drama! Ah, stay peaceful, Hanna,
The heavy snow will eventually melt away.
We're each the same."
A ghost-knight...

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