Saturday, November 9, 2013

Shakespeare Sonnet 39

If you have not already figured it out, I am a BIG fan of William Shakespeare! The Bard has and always will have a special place in my heart, even when I sometimes do not understand the deeper meaning under his words of praise, flattery, Death and redemption.

Although I love his plays tremendously, I never really had a chance to read the Sonnets. 

So, I figured today would be that day!

Here is, for your enjoyment, Sonnet 39 (my age!)

O! how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone. O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
   And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
   By praising him here who doth hence remain.

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