Many of us
would agree. It’s the play I read most often and from which I remember the most
lines. Just the other day I made a joke about “vile jelly,” and at least one
person in the room got it.
Several of
Shakespeare’s most moving scenes involve fathers and daughters (Shakespeare had
two daughters). Think of The Tempest, when Miranda says, “How beauteous
mankind is! O brave new world / That has such people in’t!” and Prospero
replies, “Tis new to thee.” But nothing compares with Lear’s reunion late in
the play with Cordelia. The king says:
“Be your
tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
If you have
poison for me, I will drink it.
I know you
do not love me; for your sisters
Have, as I
do remember, done me wrong.
You have
some cause, they have not.”
And
Cordelia, bless her heart, replies, “No cause, no cause.” Her subsequent death scene is
almost unbearable. As Dr. Johnson writes in his Preface to Shakespeare:
“. . . I was many years ago so shocked by Cordelia’s death, that I know not
whether I ever endured to read again the last scenes of the play till I
undertook to revise them as an editor.”
The
observation at the top comes from a 2002 letter Anthony Hecht wrote to John Van
Doren (Selected Letters of Anthony Hecht, 2012). Hecht was drenched in
Shakespeare. He was the rare recent American poet whose own work occasionally
achieved Shakespearean sublimity. Here is a poem, “Death the Painter” from Flight
Among the Tombs (1998), into which Hecht weaves some of the best-known
lines from Lear:
“Snub-nosed,
bone-fingered, deft with engraving tools,
I alone have
been given
The powers
of Joshua, who stayed the sun
In its
traverse of heaven.
Here in this
Gotham of unnumbered fools
I have
sought out and arrested everyone.
“Under my
watchful eye all human creatures
Convert to a
still life,
As with
unique precision I apply
White lead
and palette knife.
A model
student of remodelled features,
The final
barber, the last beautician, I.
“You
lordlings, what is Man, his blood and vitals,
When all is
said and done?
A poor
forked animal, a nest of flies.
Tell us,
what is this one
Once shorn
of all his dignities and titles,
Divested of
his testicles and eyes?”
Hecht died
on this date, October 20, in 2004, at age eighty-one.
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