Sonnet 18

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Sonnet 18

Post by devogue » Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:16 am

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 dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.

–William Shakespeare


And the beauty does indeed ring down the centuries...

Language and literature...it really doesn't get much better than that, does it?

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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by Feck » Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:43 am

Especially as it's a dig at other poets .
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Post by Xamonas Chegwé » Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:51 am

Feck wrote:Especially as it's a dig at other poets .
It is? Not heard that interpretation before. Can you explain?
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by Feck » Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:58 am

He's saying that other poets write stupid lines that make no sense when describing women and that HIS poetry is eternal (even if she isn't ) .. Wish I could remember where I read it so I could link .
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by Bella Fortuna » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:31 pm

Well thanks for spoiling that bit of beauty for us. :nono:
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by devogue » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:33 pm

Bella Fortuna wrote:Well thanks for spoiling that bit of beauty for us. :nono:
+1 :nono:

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Post by Bella Fortuna » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:35 pm

I guess we're relegated to gems like these now...
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by hadespussercats » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:44 pm

I've always liked this one.

(I don't speak his language, but the translation is lovely.)

The Two Of You

Don’t run anymore. Quiet. How softly it rains

On the roofs of the city. How perfect

All things are. Now, for the two of you

Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.

For a man and a woman. For one plant divided

Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other.

Yes this is my gift to you. Above ashes

On a bitter, bitter earth. Above the subterranean

Echo of clamorings and vows. So that now at dawn

You must be attentive: the tilt of a head,

A hand with a comb, two faces in a mirror

Are only forever once, even if unremembered,

So that you watch what is, though it fades away,

And are grateful every moment for your being.

Let that little park with greenish marble busts

In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle,

Remain as it was when you opened the gate.

And the street of tall peeling porticos

Which this love of yours suddenly transformed.

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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by cowiz » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:53 pm

All poetry is shite, no exceptions
It's a piece of piss to be cowiz, but it's not cowiz to be a piece of piss. Or something like that.

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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by hadespussercats » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:54 pm

pawiz wrote:All poetry is shite, no exceptions
"Sir, I admit your
general rule,
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet."
— Alexander Pope
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by cowiz » Sat Apr 16, 2011 2:56 pm

hadespussercats wrote:
pawiz wrote:All poetry is shite, no exceptions
"Sir, I admit your
general rule,
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet."
— Alexander Pope
Exactly. Shite!
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by charlou » Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:12 pm

I prefer sonnet 17 ..


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close.
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by hadespussercats » Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:36 pm

I agree with you, Charlou. Lovely. And strangely modern.
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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by devogue » Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:47 pm

charlou wrote:I prefer sonnet 17 ..


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close.
Words like dark chocolate.

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Re: Sonnet 18

Post by charlou » Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:21 am

Nice description, dev.
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