this should have been posted much earlier but, can you believe it?, I actually forgot what day it was!
Anyhoo; National Poetry Month has just ended in the US and, having raised the idea with dragonyphoenix the possibility of a poetry site and/or page where fans could discuss poetry, I thought that being a fan of Old Bill Shakespeare who would have been four hundred and fifty this year I found this to start of a new poetry season.
This, I felt, was appropriate to all the Slayers who passed unremarked before Buffy came on the scene, and all those who will no doubt pass equally unremarked in the future. It also comments on all those who sought to control the destinies of peoples, but who are now forgotten.
And all those who will be forgotten in the future.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)
VANITY OF HUMAN GLORY
Let those who are in favour with their stars.
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most,
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye:
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown in their glory die.
The painful warrior famous'd for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove, nor be removed.
Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,