Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!
November 20, 2012 § 1 Comment
Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower’s force in stirring love.
Night and silence.–Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
As I awoke Monday morning with quite the unforgiving hangover, a little angel had sent me an email with well-wishes and a link to a beautiful image of Anita Louise as Tatiana in the 1935 production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I had forgotten how beautiful the film is, and it brought back memories of highschool drama productions, where yours truly played the cheeky Puck!
These images definitely eased the pain of too much punch, and I thought I would share them with you all. Isn’t Anita just utterly divine?