OK, so you want poetry? Try this. Macbeth, 1.6.1-3, Duncan speaking: “This castle hath a pleasant air. The air / Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself / Unto our gentle senses.” Put aside the fact that Duncan is at the gate of hell, and that he’s wholly deceived about the atmosphere of Dunsinane. The lines are an aural painting of their sense. They skip along on short vowels and repeated s’s. They are as nimble and sweet as Duncan thinks the... Read more





