Dr. W. Nicholas Knight (April 18, 1939 – October 23, 2022)

Dr. W. Nicholas Knight teaching a class at a Southwinds Magazine Writer's Workshop, 1998.
Dr. W. Nicholas Knight teaching a class at a Southwinds Magazine Writer’s Workshop, 1998.

It would seem unfitting to me not to mention Dr. W. Nicholas Knight–who died this past year–when educating others about William Shakespeare. His obituary explains:

“Nick was a popular professor of English, first at Indiana University Bloomington, then Wesleyan University in Connecticut, and lastly Missouri University of Science and Technology, previously the University of Missouri – Rolla. He earned his B.A. in English from Amherst College, M.A. from the University of California at Berkeley, and Ph.D. from Indiana University. He knew his students well, encouraging them in their endeavors and writing. Three of the known signatures of William Shakespeare were discovered or authenticated by Nick. Professor Knight rendered college more accessible by teaching community college courses at night, sponsoring the Black Student Union, taking senior citizens on field trips to St. Louis, teaching Shakespeare in prison, and mentoring English majors whose parents thought they should major in engineering. Nick Knight’s representative works include his book Shakespeare’s Hidden Life and his off-Broadway play “The Death of J.K.” He was active in Arts Rolla, Rotary Club, and the National Endowment for the Humanities.”

My whole conceptualization of who I was to become professionally was first modeled after this man. He was my favorite professor, my advisor, my mentor, and my friend. I was witness not only to Dr. Knight’s knowledgeable passion for all things Shakespeare but also to his passion for Civil War miniature soldiers, model trains, and the fascinating historical knowledge these things represented. Whether he was retelling his story of almost running over Robert Frost with his car at Amherst, giddily boasting of the number of U.S. Poet Laureates he had driven around in his car, or showing off the blurb John Updike had written for his Arthurian poetry collection, he made the undergraduate experience of this literature lover nothing short of magical.

(I was also reminded by former classmates of his story of personal friendship with Superman actor Christopher Reeve, and how the character of Clark Kent in those movies was supposedly modeled after Dr. Knight. The resemblance and mannerisms are uncanny…).

Obituary of Dr. William Nicholas Knight

Video of Dr. Knight’s 1991 televised lecture on Shakespeare

Two Sonnets by William Shakespeare

william-shakespeareMore than any other individual, William Shakespeare is the face of classical English Poetry and Literature. In addition to writing some of the most renowned plays in human history, Shakespeare is also the father of the Shakespearean sonnet. Below are two of the most familiar of the 154 sonnets he authored; 116 was most recently in the news as having been recited at the royal wedding of Princess Beatrice of York.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.




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