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.
*with thanks and eternal acknowledgement to Bill
for one of the most beautiful poems of love ever!
4 commentaires:
A great sonnet by a great poet. And by the way, that is one lovely picture in my most humble opinion.
I'd say thanks. But I did not take the picture... I just chose it from flickr.
The only input of mine in this post are the wishes to my better half!
That's really sweet:)
Happy birthday to your dolce metà, Jacques.
I totally agree with Rod. This is certainly one of Shakespeare's best 4-4-4-2 sonnets.
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