Guest poem sent in by Ronald Lundquist The stunning beauty of this passage never fails to floor me. It is an excerpt from Act 3 Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet speaking.
(Poem #570) Come, Night; Come, Romeo
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Commentary: Biographically we all know about Shakespeare or Bacon or whomever (I believe Shakespeare wrote the works attributed to him). I became aware of this passage when I rented an audiocassette of the great speeches of Robert Kennedy. He quoted when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night in a speech about his brother John shortly after John's death. It is interesting to note that that the last line from the full excerpt above is recycled in Webber's "Phantom of the Opera" in the song "Music of the Night": Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night. . . Ronald J. Lundquist