when Shakespeare retired from the stage he said in The Tempest, through Prospero (or so the literary community thinks):
" Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint. Now 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free."
of course i have no right to say these things. but anyways i'm not exactly deleting this blog. but i'm only going to post my poems and maybe "photos of adorable buildings" and such things. not going to write about my personal life anymore. so won't be updating all that frequently :)
sorry for the temporarily ugly page.
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