Memories of Macbeth
The Beginning of Tragedy
Skylarks, persimmon seeds,
blood on the hands:
Three Witches stirring
and stirring the fresh
newt eyes,
round and round
they watch the boils
and toils and troubles.
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Darkened forest
with a new moon rising,
smoke omens and smoke augury:
the king dethroned
and the chattering
consuming the throne room.
The wailing of the queen;
the wailing under the sword.
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The witches stir and stir;
a string ready to cut,
a string between scissors,
the fate between scissors,
the witches keep stirring
and stirring, and Lady Macbeth
lets down her long, unkempt hair,
her white gown with red stains.
The nurse
catches the baby in her hands: