Tracing the Plot (trace 9)

When watching a play or reading the text how much do we follow? What do we retain afterwards? What trace is left behind in our minds? I have taken some lines and words from 'The Tempest' and reconstructed them into a poem with a focus on the storm itself. I acknowledge the influence of those performers who reduce Shakespeare condensing all his works to a few minutes and to the study guides which try to explain the texts and all those conversations I've had with people who dismiss Shakespeare.

Tempest

Blow till thou burst thy wind
Down with the topmast
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th'welkins cheek,
Dashes the fire out.

That a brother should
Be so perfidious
in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature

they hurried us aboard a bark
Bore us some leagues to sea: where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast
and hear the last of our sea-sorrow
Here in this island we arrived

Approach, my Ariel. Come!
Hast thou, spirit,
Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Jove's lightening
dreadful thunder-claps
sulphurous roaring.

Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax
This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
Caliban her son.

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
with raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye,
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother

Thou most lying slave
I have used thee
filth as thou art
                                          with humane care
till thou didst seek to violate
the honour of my child

O ho, O ho! Would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans


Abhorred slave
                            savage
vile face
confined into this rock


Another storm brewing
Yond same black cloud,
I shall no more to sea, to sea
Here shall I die ashore.

The folly of this island
They say there's but five upon this isle;
we are three of them
If th'other two be brained like us,
the state totters.

The never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you,
and on this island
where man doth not inhabit
you'mongst men
being most unfit to live
you three
from Milan did supplant good Prospero
Exposed unto the sea which hath requit it
Him and his innocent child
for which foul deed,
the powers delaying not forgetting have
insensed the seas and shores,
yea, all the creatures
Against your peace

I have bedimmed
the noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds
And twixt the green sea and the azured vault
set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder
have I given fire

All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
inhabits here
O brave new world
This is as strange a maze as e'er man trod

And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.