In sonnet form I pen these lines to Baige <br />A man who was my mentor and my friend <br />Whose feisty presence towered o'er the stage <br />Whose voice of gravel thundered till the end. <br />His knowledge of the Bard was next to none <br />He sought the action underneath the text <br />He made rehearsals challenging and fun <br />We never knew just what was coming next. <br />He gave me all of Shakespeare's famous parts, <br />Ophelia, Desdemona, lady Anne. <br />He thrilled me with his passion for the arts <br />And helped me understand the words 'I can! ' <br />It saddens me, remembering the day <br />That emphysema took his breath away. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Harold Baigent (1918 -1996) <br />'Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight, sweet prince, <br />And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! ' Hamlet V ii line 372<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-for-baige/
