Childhood Shakespeare

Today I pounded old streets
Past Halls Croft
Where once Harvey might have dined
I scared my knee once
outside his house
Listening to the singing of river
Blunted by old bricks
I fell
And spilled careless knee blood
I did not know
Harvey read my pulse
As readily as the Avon
All was new
And all was old
And my ancestors sang
In iambic
Soul scared
I pound old streets
And feel the
misanthropic- haunting-
-calumny
Of Prospero
Under my warn out soles
The world is no less wonderful to me
Than it was once

As a walk the streets of Stratford
I am a bitter Miranda
Hunting down
Harvey
Listening to old river
Blind to a childhood broken
Amid the stones of a broken theatre that was once
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