The Sin Of Hamlet Poem by Delmore Schwartz

The Sin Of Hamlet

Rating: 2.8


The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely,
Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion,
Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling
To sleep is it? I think so, and childhood,
Not the door opened and the stair descended,
The voice answered, the choice announced, the
Trigger touched in the sharp declaration!

And when it comes, escape is small; the door
Creaks; the worms of fear spread veins; the furtive
Fugitive, looking backward, sees his
Ghost in the mirror, his shameful eyes, his mouth diseased.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 26 August 2019

A timely update of Hamlet and his sin-not acting quickly, putting things off, rationalizing. Hamlet was also courageous when he needed to be and had other virtues. A beautifully balanced poem.

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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz

Brooklyn / New York / United States
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