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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE II.—The Island; before the Cell of 

                        PROSPERO.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing;

FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL’S SONG.

Come unto these yellow sands.

And then take hands:

Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d.

(The wild waves whist,)

Foot it featly here and there;

And sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

Bur, Bowgh, wowgh,                  Dispersedly.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur, Bowgh, wowgh,                  Dispersedly.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer.  Where should this music be? i’ the air,

or the earth?

It sounds no more:—and sure it waits upon

Some god of the island Sitting on a bank

Weeping again the king my father’s wrec,

This music crept by me upon the waters;

Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it,

Or it hath drawn me rather:—But ’tis gone.

No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his yes:

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Burden, ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong bell.

Fer.  The ditty does remember my drown’d

father:—

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes:—I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say, what thou seest yong’.

Mira.                               What is ‘t? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about Believe me, sir,

It carries a brave form:—But ’tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath

such senses                          [seest,

As we have, such: This gallant, which thou

Was in the wreck: and but he’s something

stain’d                             [call him

With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou might’st

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

Mira.                                   I might call him’

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro.                        It goes on,           [Aside.

As my soul prompts it:—Spirit, fine spirit    I’ll

free thee

Within two days for this.

Fer.                            Most sure the goddess

On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe, my

prayer

May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give,

How I may bear me here: My prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!

If you be maid or no?

Mira.                       No wonder, sir;

But certainly a maid.

Fer.                        My language! heavens!—

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

Were I but where ’tis spoken.

Pro.                                       How! the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me;

And, that he does, I weep: myself am Napes;

Who with mine eyes, ne’er since at ebb, beheld

The king my father wreck’d.

Mira.                                 Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the Duke of

And his brave son, being twain.         [Milan,

Pro.                                The Duke of Milan.

And his more braver daughter, could control

thee,                                  [Aside.

If now ’twere fit to do’t:—At the first sight

They have changed eyes:—Delicate Ariel,

I’ll set thee free for this!—A word, good sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a

word.

Mira. Why speaks my father so urgently?

This

Is the third man that e’er I saw; the first

That e’er I sigh’d for: pity, move my father

To be inclined my way!

Fer.                             O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you

The queen of Naples

Pro.                      Soft, sir; one word more.—

They are both in either’s powers; but this swift

business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.

Make the prize light.—One word more; I charge

thee,

That thou attend e: thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow’st not; and hast put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on ‘t

Fer.                              No, as I am aman

Mira.  There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a

If the ill spirit have so fair an house, [temple:

Good things will strive to dwell with ‘t.

Pro.                                         Follow me.—

[To FERD.

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The Tempest


Today my heart cracked a little

I read the story of a mother from Mercer County, PA

Cracked my heart a little

I cried me a river when I heard

that

Mary Rader is a mother of four

Doing her job was too much of a chore

With her own mother and her mother’s husband living at her home

There’s was almost one child for each adult

Who could ask for more

But in her eyes it wasn’t good enough

So I don’t know her rhyme or her reason

But she chose her 7-year-old son Antonio

To be sent to his own private dungeon

He slept in the basement

with the cold cement floor for his bed and his bathroom

No company, no food, no hot water

Sometimes allowed upstairs for the sake of a cold shower

Maybe a small fraction of food

An occasional trip to the backyard

Not remembering how to play he catches bugs like a snake

for that he is beaten

He tries to sneak real food but is beaten again

So it’s time to return to the basement

Where silence has become his best friend

Each day that passes his pounds slip away

His little teeth begin to rot and his feet have become infected

What his case worker sees when he is finally found

is a poor little 7-year-old skeleton near his death

The adults tending to the house

Show no remorse of course

The case worker is puzzled

When she finds three healthy siblings running about the house

With no rhyme or reason poor Antonio lay wasting away

in a tomb darkened by boarded windows

What wrong could a poor little boy do

Covered in urine and feces atop his dirt riddled body

Near death she said

An undeserving mother now facing charges

Antonio and siblings with a better future ahead

Now Mary Rader must face the music

There is no penance that can save her

A full sentence must be served

May god heal her children with happiness and cheer

May they find peace through the love of good people

This is the only thing that can heal the crack in my heart

Copyright 2014 Today my heart cracked a little© Felina Silver Robinson


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE II.—The Island; before the Cell of 

                        PROSPERO.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Heaviness in me.

Pro.                  Shake it off; Come on;

We’ll visit Caliban, my slave who never

Yields us kind answer.

Mira.                          ‘Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.

Pro.                              But, as ’tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within] There’s wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there’s other business

for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel.,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari.              My lord, it shall be done.        Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil

himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CALIBAN.

Cal. As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d

With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen,

Drop on you both I a south-west blow on ye,

And blister you all o’er.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;

urchins

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more

stinging

Than bees that made them.

Cal.                                I must eat my dinner.

This island’s mine, by Sycorax my other,

Which thou tak’st from me. When thou camest

first,

Thou stok’dst me, and mad’st much of me;

wouldst give me

Water with berries in ‘t; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the less,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov’d

thee,

And shew’d; thee all the qualities o’ the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and

fertile;

Cursed be I that did so!—All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king; and here you

sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest of the island.

Pro.                             Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have

[thee

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!---would it had been done!

Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

This isle with Calibans.

Pro.                                Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take,

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee

each hour                            [savage,

One thing or other: when thou didst not,

Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble

like

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy

vile race,                     [good natures]

Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which

Could not abide to be with: therefore was thou

Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved more than a prison

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit

on’t

Is, I know how to curse; the red plague rid you,

For learning me your language!

Pro.                                          Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,

To answer other business. Shrug’st thou,

malice?

If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps;

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal.                                       No, pray thee!—

I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside.

It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,

Ar’d make a vassal of him.

Pro.                                  So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

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The Tempest


The calm of the Summer night

a thickness to the air

with a hint of a struggling breeze

the airy blue night sky with twinkling stars so bright

it gives me pause to wonder

if the twinkles are the hearts of all the souls lost

or the hopes of all the dreamers

I sit and spill out my own hopes and dreams

to a sky that may have no answers

to a sky that has no voice

but its warmth and friendliness makes

you think of it as an old friend

One that you have as your confidant

No worries that it will tell your secrets

or judge you when it doesn’t like what it hears

With every twinkle comes

the feel of acceptance and a sign of hope for things to come

I look forward to my old friend

The calm of the summer night

Copyright 2014 The calm of the summer night© Felina Silver Robinson


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

 

SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE II.—The Island; before the Cell of 

                        PROSPERO.

Pro.                         Oh, was she so? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou has been.

Which thou forget’st. This damn’d witch,

Sycorax,

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know’st, was banished; for one thing she

did,

They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Ari.  Ay, sir.

Pro. This blear-eyed hag was hither brought

with child,                              [slave,

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my

As thou report’st thyself, wast then her servant:

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr’d commands,

Refusing her grand ‘hests, she did confine thee,

By help of her more potent ministers,

And in her most unmitigable rage.

Into a cloven pine; within which rift

Imprison’d, thou didst painfully remain

Thour art inclin’d to sleep; ’tis a good dulness,

And give it way;—I know thou canst not choose.

[MIRANDA sleeps.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come

To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl’d clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro.                              Hast thou, spirit,

Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king’s ship; now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I’d divide,

And burn in many places; on the top-mast,

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame dis

tinctly,

Then meet and join: Jove’s lightnings, the

precursors

O’the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and

cracks

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

Seem’d to besiege, and make his bold waves

Yea, his dread trident shake.            [trember,

Pro.                                        My brave spirit I

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

Would not infect his reason?

Ari.                                       Not a soul,

But felt a fever of the mad, and play’d

Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,

Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

Then all afire with me: the king’s son, Ferdinand,

With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair),

Was the first man that leap’d; cried, Hell is

And all the devils are here!               [empty,

Pro.                                  Why, that’s my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?

Ari.                                 Close by, my master.

Pro.  But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari.                                    Not a hair perish’d;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before: and, as thou bad’st me,

In troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle;

The king’s son have I landed by himself;

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.                                 Of the king’s ship,

The mariners, says, how thou hast disposed,

And all the rest o’ the fleet?

Ari.                                         Safely in harbour

Is the king’s ship; in the deep nook, where once

Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew

From the still-vex’d Bermoothes, there she’s hid

The mariners all under hatches stow’d;

Whom, with a charm join’d to their suffer’d

labour,

I have left asleep: and for the rest o’ the fleet

A dozen years; within which space she died,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy

groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this

island,

(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour’d with

A human shape.

Ari.                       Yes: Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st

What torment I did find thee in: thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of every-angry bears; it was a torment

To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax

Could not again undo; it was mine art,

When I arriv’d and heard thee that made gape

The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.                                  I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur’st I will rend an

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till (oak,

Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.

Ari.                                          Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my spriting gently.

Pro.                        Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari.                             That’s my noble master!

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o’ the

sea;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible

To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape

And hither come in’t: hence, with diligence.

[Exit. ARIEL.

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The Tempest


My Eyes and Ears Are Open

I’ve seen what you wanted me to see

I’ve made the changes you asked me to make

I listen to what you are saying

But somehow I’m still lost

I still can’t seem to please you

There is never any peace

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t

I watch your every step

I’m sure to clear your path

I listen to all you say

So you never have to repeat your words

I bring you your slippers when you walk through the door

Your drink sits beside your favorite chair

Your remote lays by your side

I serve your dinner

and go on my way

Back to my book of promises

and dreams of the future

That seems a lifetime away

You have your dreams

and I have mine

They no longer seem to be one in the same

My eyes are open and I’ve watched you changing

My ears can hear you and I’ve heard your disappointment

So now I know that I must be on my way

On my way to better things

If only it could have been with you

than without you

If only your eyes had been wide open

And you had heard me speak

Copyright 2014 My Eyes and Ears Are Open© Felina Silver Robinson


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

 

SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE II.—The Island; before the Cell of 

                        PROSPERO.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come

To answer thy best pleasure; be ‘t to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl’d clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

Arie, and all his quality.

Pro.                             Hast thou, spirit,

Perform’d to point the king’s ship; now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flamed amazement; Sometimes, I’d divid,

And burn in many places; on the top-mast,

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame dis-

tinctly,

Then meet and join: Jove’s lightnings, the

precursors

O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and

cracks

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

Seem’d to besiege, and make his bold waves

Yea, his dread trident shake.            [tremble,

Pro.                                        My brave spirit I

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

Would not infect his reason?

Ari.                                        Not a soul,

But felt a fever of the mad, and play’d

Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,

Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

Then all afire with me: the king’s son, Ferdinand,

With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair),

Was the first man that leap’d; cried, Hell is

And all the devils are here!                 [empty,

Pro.                                  Why, that’s my spirit I

But was not this nigh shore?

Ari.                                   Close by, my master/

Pro.  But are thy, Ariel, safe?

Ari.                                  Not a hair perish’d;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before: and, as thou bad’st me,

In troops, I have dispersed them ’bout the isle;

The king’s son have I landed by himself;

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

In and odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.                                 Of the king’s ship,

The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,

And all the rest o’ the fleet?

Ari.                                       Safely in harbour

Is the king’s ship; in the deep nook, where once

Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew

From the still-vex’d Bermoothers, there she’s hid

The mariners all under hatches stow’d;

Whom, with a charm join’d to their suffer’d

labour,

I have left asleep: and for the rest o’ the fleet

Which I despersed, they all have met again;

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king’s ship wreck’d,

And his great person perish.

Pro.                                           Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is performed; but there’s more work:

What is the time o’ the day?

Ari.                                 Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: The time ‘twixt six

and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari.   Is there more toil? Since thou dost give

me pains.

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d,

Which is not yet perform’d me.

Pro.                                   How now? moody?

What is’t thou canst demand?

Ari.                                            My liberty.

Pro.  Before the time be out? No more!

Ari.                                                  I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv’d

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst

promise

To bate me a full year.

Pro.                             Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.I                                                    No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think’st

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;

To run upon the sharp wind of the north;

To do me business in the veins o’ the earth,

When it is bak’d with frost.

Ari.                                       I do not, sir.

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou

               forgot                                  [envy,

The  foul witch, Sycorax, who with age and

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.               

Pro.              Thou hast: Where was she born?

speak; tell me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.

 

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The Tempest


Idols

When I was young I didn’t have much

Not because we were poor

Because we weren’t

Not because no one cared

Because everyone did

It was because my parents wanted to teach me

That there are many more among us that truly have nothing

We have each other

We have our neighbors

We have our church

We have our memories

We have all that we need

When I was young

My idols could be found on TV

My idols were my neighbors

My idols were my friends

My idols were my family

Now many of them have passed

The shows have come and gone

My friends have moved away

And my family, those that remain

are mostly scattered about

So my idols are now my children and my husband and the family that remains

My idols are

The children of the world that will sculpt our future

Those who are hard at work

Those that are surviving

Those who are waiting to be noticed

Those who are waiting for help

Those who are fighting for their lives

Idols come in all shapes and sizes

Idols come

And

Idols go

But we must go on living

Little do you know

You too are someones Idol

Copyright 2014 Idols© Felina Silver Robinson


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

 

SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE II.—The Island; before the Cell of 

                        PROSPERO.

Mira.                          O good sir, I do.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate

To closeness, and the battering of my mind

With that, which, but by being so retired,

O’er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother

Awaked an evil nature: and my trust,

Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact, —like one,

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

Made such a sinner of his memory,

To credit his own lie,—he did believe

He was the duke; out of the substitution,

And executing the outward face of royalty,

With all prerogative:—Hence his ambition

Growing,—Dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he

play’d

And him he play’d it for, he needs will be

Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!—my library

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal

royalties

He thinks me now incapable: confederates

(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,

To give him annual tribute, do him homage;

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend

The dukedom, yet unbowed, (alas, poor Milan!)

To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.                                 I the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the even; then

If this might be a brother.                  [tell me,

Mira.                             I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother:

Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro.                                     Now the condition.

This king of  Naples being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;

which was that he in lieu o] the premises.—

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,—

Should presently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,

With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,

A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and i’ the dead of darkness,

The ministers for the purpose hurried thence

Me, and thy crying self.

Mira.                             Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,

Will cry it o’er again: it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes to ‘t.

Pro.                                  Hear a little further,

And then I’ll bring thee to the present business

Which now’s upon us; without the which, this

Were most impertinent.                        [story

Mira.                           Wherefore did they not,

That hour, destroy us?

Pro.                             Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question.      Dear, they

durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set

A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar’d

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,

To cry to the sea that roar’d to us; to sigh

To the winds, whose pity sighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.                             Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro.                          I! a cherubim

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst

smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck’d the sea with drops full salt;

Under my burden groan’d; which raised in me

An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira.                               How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, an some fresh water, that

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed

Master of this design,) did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Which since have steaded much; so, of his

gentleness,

Knowing I love my books, he furnish’d me,

From my own library, with volumes that

I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.                                Would I might

But ever see that man!

Pro.                         Now I arise:—

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Here in this island we arrived; and here

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit

Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you for’t! And now, I

pray you, sir,

(For still ’tis beating in my mind,) your reason

For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.                                Know thus far forth.—

By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience

I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop.—Here cease more ques-

tions,

Thou art inclin’d to sleep; ’tis a good dulness,

And give it way;—I know thou canst not choose.

[MIRANDA sleeps.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel; come.

 

(On 7/21/14 -  We will continue with “The Tempest)

The Tempest


The Voice of Autism Through a Mothers Eyes:

Finally, A place to feel I belong

My Poem of the Day

(07/19/14)

The Start of Summer School

In a new place

With all different types of people

But more like me

Some could walk

Some had wheelchairs

Some had trouble speaking

Some had trouble paying attention

Some just wanted to leave

But we all found that there was

No more

being teased

No more

being poked

No more

being dared to do bad things

And no more

having our lunches stolen

It was scary seeing classmates that were different from me

But I know that

Everyone learns differently and has

different abilities

different strengths

different weaknesses

But in the end we all learn the same way

We have the same fears

We all want to be liked

And we’re all here to learn

Now my eyes are wide open

And

I find interest in more things

And

Have made new friends

No one makes me feel bad about who I am

No one makes me cry every day

I smile when I walk in the room

And

I smile when I leave the room

I’m the happiest that I can be

Thanks for setting me free

And

For letting me just be me

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