A New Reply to Hamlet
“To be, or not to be?” asks Hamlet's soul,a mind transfixed between the depths below
and life's thin, airy hold: this desperate role,
I still play; although, from despair I know
that meaning consists not in wealth nor pleasure,
neither youth, strength, thought, nor ungoverned power.
But in the feet of this poem's solemn measure,
is found life's hopeful answer: 'tis a Flower,
whose precious gift to you is your love's labor,
the purpose for which you were made and reborn.
In this fact, take heart and faint not nor waver;
but seize at last your life's prize unforlorn!
Though Hamlet ponders still the sleep of death,
I breathe the Flower's scent with life's every breath.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2024-11-03 at 12:14
Tags Hamlet Despair Suicide
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