"All the World's a Stage"

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 21 Feb 2015
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“The lights go out and I die.  
Tomorrow I will be reborn.
Tomorrow I will dance again.”  
(Rudolf Nureyev – March, 1938 - January, 1993)
 
‘The Prince of Desire’...
eyes of a rapt, romantic poet...
 
cheekbones of a cat – lips of a gigolo;
sinews – rippling...sleek, well oiled 
with all the power of a coiled-up spring.
 
The face of a Grecian god – seduced 
the lens with its own Promethean fire.
 
A prince, who danced his way to fame
with a spirit’s grace, who kissed the stars for us
mere mortals, and in his wake left awe
and beauty. 
 
A prodigy of Russian stock, 
married to the moods of the inner soul –
the only love he was ever true to. 
 
The infant, born on a train, who leapt for freedom
only to land...face-to-face with himself; 
a place not even a prince could escape from.
 
The child – walked to school barefoot.
Whose shoes, when he was gone, auctioned
for twenty thousand pounds...
 
The man, who to the end, looked death
straight in the eyes, and refused to accept
he was not immortal – merely a pleb.
 
If pride, and all the rest, be a sin, 
then he was a sinner, but to ignore the call 
of one’s ego surely, of the seven deadly sins
the greatest sin of all.
 
“All the world's a stage, and all the men 
and women merely players; they have their exits 
and their entrances, and one man in his time 
plays many parts, his acts 
being seven ages.” 
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

 A lot to think about there, and well written of course. How difficult to live with great skill, humbly and kindly. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for reading, Rhiannon, and for your inspired thoughts.  Much appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

I like it when poems combine with stories, as this one does. How nice to know that even the most humble of beginnings can create someone who will become immortalalised  through the things they do.

Beautifully written.

Jean

 

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jean.  So pleased you enjoyed this.smiley

Tina