Monday, March 14, 2011

Verse of the Day - William Shakesapeare



Only by reading Rhyme and Reason can you go from Charlie Sheen to William Shakespeare in the space of two postings, from the ridiculous to the sublime.

But the presence of the white blossoms, in Virginia at least, is enough to break out the spring poems.


Sonnet 98 - William Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring

When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

2 comments:

  1. This is lovely. Wonderful photo too. I can't wait until the trees start to blossom here.

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  2. Oh, Mr. Shakespeare would appreciate your opening line! ;)

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