Saturday, 24 December 2011

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 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.
This is one of my favourite poems. It's probably Shakespeare's most well known and loved sonnets. I will never get sick of reading it and I still recall the first time I read it which may have been in English class in high school thinking how beautiful it was and dreamily hoping I would meet someone who would woe me with poetry... ahhhhhhh!
Anyway, here is a nice reading of it.

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