Hamlet, Act I, Scene I (William Shakespeare)

This bit from William Shakespeare's Hamlet is listed as a poem on poets.org. I do wonder why these seven lines constitute a poem, when the whole thing is a play and not considered a long poem done in parts.

Oh well. Of course, it's quality - it's Shakespeare! The language is dynamic, the philosophy is sound, the mood eerie. It's probably used by the site as a Halloween poem - the ghouls, the dark evening hour!!

Still a little peeved that they call this isolated tidbit a poem by itself. I mean, yes, of course it is, but so are the lines before and after it.

Favorite line: "This bird of dawning"

This bird of dawning