Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame,
About how Shakespeare is in the memory and the hall of fall.
11 Matching Annotations
- Nov 2024
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And even when they sent exterminators, set flame to garbage, half dead, and on fire, you pushed on.
That they fact that there have been hundreds of attempts to get rid of the "rat" it kept pushing on.
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Because in July of ’97, you birthed a legion on 109th, swarmed from behind dumpsters, made our street infamous for something other than crack.
That rats are now more known in the streets of NYC than crack.
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the way I know your scuttling between walls. The scent of your collapsed corpse rotting beneath floorboards. Your frantic squeals as you wrestle at your own fur from glue traps, ripping flesh from skin in an attempt to survive.
She is talking about how the "rat" hides and then they get caught having to try and wrestle free painfully.
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Because you are not the admired nightingale. Because you are not the noble doe. Because you are not the picturesque ermine, armadillo, or bat.
She is saying that the "rat" is not admired or love like other animals.
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- Sep 2024
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Everywhere men sat shackled in sorrow, expecting the worst, wishing often he and his kingdom would be conquered.
They were so down in their luck that they decided it was better to be overthrown.
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For Beadohilde her brother’s death weighed less heavily than her own heartsoreness once it was clearly understood she was bearing a child. Her ability to think and decide deserted her then. That passed over, this can too.
The death of the girls brother felt less to her than what she felt afterwards when she learned she was with child.
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Sorrow and longing walked beside him, wintered in him, kept wearing him down
The dark feelings found a way inside of him and slept inside of him feeling like they would never leave him.
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- Aug 2024
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So for your arrogance and your ruthlessness I have lost the earth and the flowers of the earth, and the live souls above the earth, and you who passed across the light and reached ruthless; you who have your own light, who are to yourself a presence, who need no presence;
Eurydice sounds upset and almost angry because she has lost the last chance of life due to him turning his head back.
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all, all the flowers are lost; everything is lost, everything is crossed with black, black upon black and worse than black, this colourless light.
She is saying that now there is nothing but black and colorlessness after he turned back and looked.
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why did you turn back, that hell should be reinhabited of myself thus swept into nothingness?
She is asking why did he have to turn back and look at her when she was almost free?
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