أروع قصيدة "The Lie "

[راما حمدان]

 
What is our life?
A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest,
that's no jest.Sir Walter Raleigh

[Odysseus]

 
راما حمدان

Thank you for your choice. In fact, I consider Raleigh as great as Shakespeare. This poem in particular is one of the best  poems I have ever read. I even quoted it in my topic "Literary Works and Quotations". Thank you for your participation!