Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie,
And Sommer'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 faire from faire some-time declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that faire thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternall 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.
my introspection continues and i don't feel like writing much today...but i always feel drawn to making a daily post, i suppose to put my mark on the day.
a mark i can return to, to remind me of the day.
so today i give you some Shakespeare, the orignal 1609 version with its wonderful spellings.
i love this sonnet
i love the rhythm of it as you read it
i love going back to an older language
what i find particularly interesting is that it is now generally accepted, and very unusual, that the person speaking these words and the person listening are both male.
this is one of 154 poems written that follow and celebrate Shakespeare's friendship, the nature of which has never been stated, with an unknown young man.
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