Poetry and Monologues
This is the revised "Letter from Anne Hathaway to William Shakespeare, Upon the Death of her son, Hamnet."
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I post this awn my website to amend for the lack of a quote for "King John" in the original writing.
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For the play about Christopher and Will,
Dear husband, it is I, your simple maid
I trust the city sun shines bright for you
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The village chorus here calls for guidance
They who once cleaned the chapel of its art
Now place above the font a white washed wall
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Oh my husband, loving, sweet son of Stratford
Pardon these unseemly verses I weave
I fathom but you know I struggle to read
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And so I clasp the man's hand who writes for me
Listening for tidings I loathe to give
Our son Hamnet is no longer living
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I hear the child sing and speak your name
Like a risen saint, he calls my name too
But a stanchion holds your head in London’s grip
To serve your unelegant wit to unwieldy crowds
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Grief fills the room of our absent child,
like you spoke in King John
But he lies not in his bed
He walks not up and down
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Yet he sings, and bids you to pray for Christopher
He left the world smiling, singing a hymn
“Let me join the angels, O Lord, let me in”
