(23 April, 1564 – 23 April, 1616)
The master of tragic irony faced his demise on his 52nd birthday.
Today, the Bard turns 452!
Should the world celebrate, for it is the birthday of one of the literary giants ever born on the face of Earth?
Should it mourn for the Bard left the planet today, only leaving his lasting legacy in words and meanings and characters he created?
Nevertheless, let me take a moment to mention this immensely inspirational legend. He has been one major factor in bringing my attention and interest in language and writing. His works have managed fairly great to kindle my inner poet and writer.
400 years on, his death has still not been able to extinguish the fire which his writings created.
I was a Shakespearean, and so shall remain.
‘O Shakespeare, May God bless thee, on thy born day.’