Duke: "And what’s her history?” 2009

A blank, my lord. she quelled the

spirit - the want – to drink from that light-hearted

well of swearing and proving love.

                A blank, my lord. Viola, the sleeper

                the disguised run that does not betray

                momentous thought when he enters the scene –

And what’s her history? was it grief at a

lost mother , prickly tide of heavy heart

that greets the lover is it the morning

that reminds her of what is not?

                A blank, my lord. Could love be the ocean floor for the surface rains? he

made everything boundless with beauty

for her. She was not a blank. she was beyond the green, the heart, the light shimmer.

the eyes had changed to show prism of delight in the softest touch, the first

sound of a voice, the second of time at any point in the arching day.