Mrs Dalloway

I'm giving this blog a second shot. As I wrap up Mrs Dalloway with some friends here at NW, I'm hoping to record some reflections on this text. Please join me in this endevour as it will be a nice way to keep in touch with Esin as she travels back overseas. I'm just posting this poem which I already sent to you, by way of making a new beginning.

Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

        Nor the furious winter's rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

        Home art done, and ta'en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great;

        Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;

Care no more to clothe and eat;

        To thee the reed is as the oak:

The Sceptre, Learning, Physic, must

All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,

Nor the'all-dreaded thunder-stone;

Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finished joy and moan:

All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

Nothing ill come near thee!

Quiet consummation have,

And renownèd by thy grave!

                             William Shakespeare