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Humours

Where perils cut Do sorrows bleed? Does pain depend upon the laying of our scene or are the plagues upon the race a universal theme? The winds are wanting change and haunting all the sleeping’s most pleasant dreams.
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niktinebra
Published
Apr 25, 2015
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The title refers to the idea of the four humours as presented in the Elizabethan time period. They are thought to be the four essences within a human's blood that brought balance to their life - when the humours were out of balance, so indeed was the person. I wrote this poem during a discussion in a literature class during our study of Hamlet.

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