Read Marc Antony’s ‘ Cry ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war’ speech from Shakeseare’s Julius Caesar, with a modern English translation & analysis. Each Shakespeare’s play name links to a range of resources about each play: Character summaries, plot outlines, example essays and famous quotes, soliloquies and monologues: All’s Well That Ends Well Antony and Cleopatra As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Coriolanus Cymbeline Hamlet Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry VIII Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry V Julius Caesar King John King Lear Loves Labour’s Lost Macbeth Measure for Measure The Merchant of Venice The Merry Wives of Windsor A Midsummer Night’s Dream Much Ado About Nothing Othello Pericles Richard II Richard III Romeo & Juliet The Taming of the Shrew The Tempest Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus Troilus & Cressida Twelfth Night The Two Gentlemen of Verona The Winter’s Tale This list of Shakespeare plays brings together all 38 plays in alphabetical order. Plays It is believed that Shakespeare wrote 38 plays in total between 15.Had it not missed the waystrange missing and sad!to its goal. Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul,īut as its bitterness, so might have been our love’s sweetness Warm with the throb of my heart, thrilled with my pulse’s leap,Īnd every glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging,Īs a look of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep.īitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging, Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great.Įach cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned, I might have cherished you well, have been to you fond and faithful, Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder,Ĭhance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate, I just hate it when u don’t do these things 2 me Hate is the feeling of a thing called fear. When the emotion is strong enough and the words are chosen right, where is the need for extravagance? 11. Short and pithy, these poems lay the heart bare with few words. Love To Hate And Hate To LoveĪdmit you used me like the other damn Jacks! Hate those that wish their lives were mine. Hate that I must lie because they’d rather believe I’m fine. My scarlet letter written all over my face I hate the hate that blinds me from the stars I hate the hate that is a shadow at my side I hate the hate that courses through my veins I hate the hate that lies to strengthen my fall I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity of my hate, which can never have enough of you,īreathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine. I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one individually and at leisure. Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning to night hate you. The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head under your arm? Hate. My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate. My sigh in the background as you pick out the cashews hates you.Ī closed window is both a closed window and an obvious symbol of how I hate you. The little blue-green speck of sock lint I’m trying to dig from under my third toenail, left foot, hates you. The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.Įach corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you. Will finally meet the wretched being they createdĪnd when they do I hope I get to punch themĮverything about me hates everything about you. Maybe when this is all over the creature that made me Nothing will ever put out the wrath that lives in meĪnd death is but a coward for this approach The bruises slowly blooming across my knuckles The tears cut lines as they slide down my face Sobbing in sharp bitterness unable to breathe There is nothing I can do and I fall back against the wall No outside threat, just the family curse in my veins No one to hurt but myself in this situation
I can’t fucking fight a sickness I cannot nameĮach hit to the floor I wish for my fist to breakīegging for a physical injury instead of this weakness The hits barely audible above the scream of hail Turning into a hail storm that beats the houseīeating my fists against the floor in a frenzied rage Outside the rain starts to fall in a Seattle mistīuilding up in its own expression of mania
#CHAINS OF FURY POMES SKIN#
Splitting its skin and bringing it to the surface The pain in this body is like a whip hitting The chains of hatred creep and tighten around my throat
My hand curl into fists, my nails digging into my palm Through the window the sky is threatening to rain
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