@Shamlet
@shamlet.bsky.social
HS English teacher in Canada. Same handle as my deactivated twi(x)tter.
that day when you know there's no turning back, that the snow is here to stay
November 10, 2025 at 9:36 PM
that day when you know there's no turning back, that the snow is here to stay
every morning, calmed and centered by the trees
November 10, 2025 at 2:25 PM
every morning, calmed and centered by the trees
...those boughs which shake against the cold, / Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
. . .
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sonnet 73
#ShakespeareSunday
. . .
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sonnet 73
#ShakespeareSunday
November 9, 2025 at 4:01 PM
...those boughs which shake against the cold, / Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
. . .
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sonnet 73
#ShakespeareSunday
. . .
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sonnet 73
#ShakespeareSunday
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep. The more I give to thee, / The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.140-142
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Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.140-142
#ShakespeareSunday
November 9, 2025 at 5:15 AM
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep. The more I give to thee, / The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.140-142
#ShakespeareSunday
Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.140-142
#ShakespeareSunday
As late as yesterday afternoon, did not have "fire up the snowblower" on this weekend's dance card. But here we are.
November 8, 2025 at 7:48 PM
As late as yesterday afternoon, did not have "fire up the snowblower" on this weekend's dance card. But here we are.
Life in Canada: the sun rises on a winter wonderland that didn't exist 24 hours ago.
November 8, 2025 at 2:24 PM
Life in Canada: the sun rises on a winter wonderland that didn't exist 24 hours ago.
and, suddenly, so much weight to carry
the things that trees know ...
the things that trees know ...
November 8, 2025 at 2:43 AM
and, suddenly, so much weight to carry
the things that trees know ...
the things that trees know ...
Fall has fallen -- and yes, the last paragraph of "The Dead" is drifting through the English teacher's spirit
November 8, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Fall has fallen -- and yes, the last paragraph of "The Dead" is drifting through the English teacher's spirit
Greetings from the not-really Arctic North -- tell him that it could be worse 🤣
November 5, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Greetings from the not-really Arctic North -- tell him that it could be worse 🤣
November 2, 2025 at 6:15 AM
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow / Must not be measured by [their] worth, for then / It hath no end.
Macbeth, 5.8.50-52
Macbeth, 5.8.50-52
November 2, 2025 at 4:58 AM
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow / Must not be measured by [their] worth, for then / It hath no end.
Macbeth, 5.8.50-52
Macbeth, 5.8.50-52
October 26, 2025 at 12:43 PM
Before my God, I might not this believe / Without the sensible and true avouch / Of mine own eyes.
Hamlet, 1.1.66-68
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Hamlet, 1.1.66-68
#ShakespeareSunday
October 26, 2025 at 4:19 AM
Before my God, I might not this believe / Without the sensible and true avouch / Of mine own eyes.
Hamlet, 1.1.66-68
#ShakespeareSunday
Hamlet, 1.1.66-68
#ShakespeareSunday
Clear, alarming, hopeful, transformative, indispensible
October 25, 2025 at 6:50 AM
Clear, alarming, hopeful, transformative, indispensible
'Tis now the very witching time of night, / When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out / Contagion to this world.
Hamlet, 3.2.419-421
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Hamlet, 3.2.419-421
#ShakespeareSunday
October 19, 2025 at 4:20 AM
'Tis now the very witching time of night, / When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out / Contagion to this world.
Hamlet, 3.2.419-421
#ShakespeareSunday
Hamlet, 3.2.419-421
#ShakespeareSunday
October stillness, the lake steeling itself for winter
October 17, 2025 at 3:04 AM
October stillness, the lake steeling itself for winter
Thankful for fall sunshine and fall trees, always the beautifully stoic and patient trees
October 14, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Thankful for fall sunshine and fall trees, always the beautifully stoic and patient trees
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace / Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love, / Till that a capable and wide revenge / Swallow them up.
Othello, 3.3.518-521
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Othello, 3.3.518-521
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October 12, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace / Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love, / Till that a capable and wide revenge / Swallow them up.
Othello, 3.3.518-521
#ShakespeareSunday
Othello, 3.3.518-521
#ShakespeareSunday
Thanks for the warning but don't need it, it's 2025, living it every day, my word every single blessed day
October 11, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Thanks for the warning but don't need it, it's 2025, living it every day, my word every single blessed day
October is also brooding-dark sky fall colours, those days where the temperature is dropping by the hour and rain will slip away into snow
October 11, 2025 at 7:44 PM
October is also brooding-dark sky fall colours, those days where the temperature is dropping by the hour and rain will slip away into snow
Life in northern Canada: October is grey sky fall colours or blue sky fall colours
until the first unexpected snowfall
until the first unexpected snowfall
October 11, 2025 at 3:45 AM
Life in northern Canada: October is grey sky fall colours or blue sky fall colours
until the first unexpected snowfall
until the first unexpected snowfall
the city, falling gracefully into fall
October 6, 2025 at 11:23 PM
the city, falling gracefully into fall
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors / And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour / From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, / But float upon a wild and violent sea / Each way and move.
Macbeth, 4.2.22-26
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Macbeth, 4.2.22-26
#ShakespeareSunday
October 5, 2025 at 10:39 AM
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors / And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour / From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, / But float upon a wild and violent sea / Each way and move.
Macbeth, 4.2.22-26
#ShakespeareSunday
Macbeth, 4.2.22-26
#ShakespeareSunday
watercolour mountains
September 28, 2025 at 8:55 PM
watercolour mountains