D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
When I read
Shakespeare I am struck with wonder
that such
trivial people should muse and thunder
in such lovely language
Lear, the old buffer, you wounder his daughters
didn't treat him rougher,
the old chough, the old chuffer!
And
Hamlet, how boring, how boring to live with,
so mean and self-conscious, blowing and snoring
his wonderful speeches, full of other folks' whoring!
And
Macbeth and his
Lady, who should have been choring,
such suburban ambition, so messily goring
Old
Duncan with daggers!
How boring, how small Shakespeare's people are!
Yet the language so lovely! like the dyes from
gas-tar.