Saturday, March 17, 2012
Classic Poetry - "Sonnet XVIII" by William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616
by: William Shakespeare
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest 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.
It was hot in The Old Pueblo today... 85+ fahrenheit. The Good Husband is out of town for several days, so I've had a lot of time on my hands. Under clear skies and basking in the afternoon's warmth, I felt summer coming on and couldn't help but think about love and Shakespeare and... well, you get it. Let us enjoy the man at the moment. Let us relish in the love. And perhaps, let us write some love poems of our own. People will never have enough of silly love songs, love poems, declarations of love, LOVE...