Posted by: Shanna Germain | 08/05/2009

Pg. 127: Stormy Weather



It rained today. Hard. The waves became wild creatures, snarling out of the sea to beat the shore with their heavy, pale heads.




Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once,
That makes ingrateful man!

~King Lear, from The Tragedy of King Lear, William Shakespeare


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