tonight i performed for a friend’s birthday party. he requested this poem, so i read it with what passion i could muster, and what meaning i could conjure (for many of it leaves me clueless). i think it went well. here is the poem Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Ulysses – Alfred Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Continue reading