Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Wednesdays with Words : Shakespeare



Linking up with Dawn for Wednesdays with Words. I am making an effort to read some Shakespeare regularly, so today's words are from his second Sonnet. 


When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This far child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
    This were to be new made when thou art old,
    And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. 

3 comments:

  1. I'm usually one who skims poetry, but as one who's fortieth winter is past, thought I should read this one more carefully and whispered each word (so as to not interrupt my students). Lovely, I do see hope in my days future in those children.

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    1. Glad you liked it. I love how he says that it's a shame not to have children (assuming of course, that one can).

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  2. Beautiful...says she who's fortieth hath also passed.

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