Category: Poetry
Michael Field
crouching over the fire of a room high up in the castle, hears the wind shriek outside and thinks of his boy, whom he believes to be merely shut up like a naughty child to recover from his rage:
Chapters
1. Scene 5 of this act is masterly. It is a wild night, and the King,
crouching over the fire of a room high up in the castle, hears the wind shriek outside and thinks of his boy, whom he believes to be merely shut up like a naughty child to recov...
2. Scene 2 proceeds to Hubert’s wooing of Cara, whom he seeks next day in_Cara._ It’s more wicked Than anything that’s done.... And it is such a lie! The king would laugh? He had a still, grave face; I am quite sure That he would never laugh at anyth...
3. Scene 3 the Pope, in desperate anxiety, is watching from a window of the_Alexander._ Where is he--my young son, My beautiful Giovanni? You stand round, Wise with the Church’s wisdom, but where is he? He may be living, tortured, gagged.... He is not!...