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April 24, 2005

Happy belated birthday William

In honour of Shakespeare's birthday, which was yesterday and as it is still National Poetry month, I thought I'd share some sonnets with you. I love the sonnet form and Shakespeare did it particularly well, they outshine his plays by about 100-1. In my opinion the plays should be dropped until at least A Level (that is 16-18 years old for all you non-UK citizens) but every GCSE student (under 16) should be made to study the sonnets instead as some sort of introduction. (Shakespeare in bite size pieces) I'm sure that this way our youth wouldn't be turning their backs in fear of the Bard.
I can't choose just one, so have two instead..

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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 wandering 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Posted by purple elephant at April 24, 2005 07:49 AM