Shakespeare in my World Essay -- Personal Narrative William Shakespear

Shakespeare in my WorldThese are the forgeries of jealousyAnd never, since middle summers spring,Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,By paved fountain or by rushy brook,Or in the beached margent of the sea,To terpsichore our ringlets to the whisteling wind,But with thy brawls thou hast mad our sport. titanic oxide A Midsummer Nights breathing in 2.1I freshman unfeignedly gazed upon William Shakespeare during college. I had to do a monologue of Joan of Arc from Henry VI part I. I remember wrapping my mouth around his words, savouring him for the first time. This had not been our first introduction, but it was the real beginning to the ebb down and flow of our dance. I absorbed that monologue, like faint strains of music, growing and counterpane through my body. It seeped into my pores, flowed through my veins, and buried itself deep within the endless border of my vast imagination.I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again tap ear is much enamored of thy descent.So is mine eye charmed to thy shapeAnd thy fair virtues force perforce doth move meOn the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. Titania A Midsummer Nights Dream 3.1He drew me to the Catskills when I was accepted into the National Shakespeare Conservatory the following summer. Alone for the first time, seven miles from the nearest village, I devoured him. His presence was everywhere. I could taste him in the oatmeal for breakfast, I could see him in the early(a) morning fog, I could hear him coaxing me into the secluded woods every around, and I could feel him move over my spirit, coaxing me out of myself and into immortality.What apotheosis wakes me from my flowry bed?The summer still doth tend upon my stateAnd I do love thee. Therefore, go with m... ...y immortal counterpart erased all my imperfections and gave rise to a being whom I never knew lived inside of me. I had been ripped apart to hire forth new life, creating in a way that Shakespeare could never envisage of. My capacity for love, life, and lust knew no bounds. Bringing Shakespeare into my world has been incredible and awful, gleeful and sorrowful, empowering and demolishing. What I have taken from our union is my own quiet find of survival. I stood against the forces of my choices and endured. Shakespeare continues to pour into my essence, but I have created who I am. He is a part of me but not the whole of me. Our blessed dance will ever go on, changing and growing as I do. First, rehearse your song by rote,To each word a warbling noteHand in hand, with fairy grace,We will sing and bless this place.Titania A Midsummer Nights Dream 5.1