Ahhh, Macbeth. I often try to articulate to myself why it is that Macbeth is the play closest to my heart. It simply shatters me. Still. After all these years.
But as far as crying goes, Sharkey -- what you say reminded me instantly of this, one of my fave poems
of all time. My best teacher was the one, a man, who cried in front of us when reading out loud. No drama, just tears falling. Sometimes, just moist eyes. I learnt soooo much from that. I remember the effect it had on me. Anyway, it's this poem:
http://www.lesmurray.org/pm_aor.htm
Julie, hi! Glad to know you liked it, and I love your four descriptive pillars for what makes poetry
poetry.
Cally