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Another Ricardian poem …

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… but this one is by Ursula K. leGuin, better known as a science fiction writer, before her 2018 death:

Richard
Loyalty bound him. Not deft,
not flexible. Stanley betrayed him.
Why did he fight so hard to die
so sorely hurt? Did he foresee the hump, the murders, and the theft,
the withered hand, and all the Tudors made him?
That were the sorer wound.
He lived what he was bound to be,
an honest man; a king, like any man;
son of a dark year; bereft.
He dies hard. Loyaulte me lie.
 
h/t Tanya Stewart

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  1. brackenbury1485@gmail.com Avatar
    brackenbury1485@gmail.com

    Good afternoon,

    Is that from So Far So Good? From 2018.

    Regards,

    David Bliss

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  2. Anne Ayres Avatar
    Anne Ayres

    Unknown to me before this. A beautiful, seemingly simple poem – every word thoughtfully placed. “He lived what he was bound to be” echoing his “Loyalty Binds Me” watchword… Thank you.

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