/lit/ - Literature

>>18576540
I found it one of the best pieces of modern Shakespeare scholarship I've read in a while, refreshingly invigorating, even if I disagree in varying degrees with Lewis' interpretations. Bradley remains my favourite Shakespeare scholar.

What do you think of this poem? I'm keen for any impressions/feedback.

Of the gardens of Adonis, Beatrice, I love
Most of all those fugitive roses
That on the day they are born,
That very day, must also die.
Eternal, for them, the light of day:
They're born when the sun is already high
And die before Apollo's course

Across the visible sky is run.
We too, of our lives, must make one day:
We never know, my Lydia, nor want
To know of nights before or after
The little while that we may last.