Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Sonnet LXXIII - William Shakespeare

The "snooty art" tonight is a sonnet from Shakespeare, chosen because I love that third line, those "bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang."

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

Labels: ,

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poetry is so much better than pictures of random buildings. Just saying.

7/25/2007 07:12:00 am  
Blogger KG said...

Do they still teach Bill in schools?

7/25/2007 06:17:00 pm  
Anonymous william S said...

hey PC,

this sonnet should be read in conjunction with 74, 'But be contented when that fell arrest without all bail shall carry me away, my life hath in this line some interest, which for memorial still with shall stay.'

and the final couplet rocks. keep bill out of schools and discover him for yourself.

all the best,
william S.
http://blog.iloveshakespeare.com

ps the only thing PC in my house is Post-Coital.

7/26/2007 06:11:00 am  

Post a Comment

Respond with a polite and intelligent comment. (Both will be applauded.)

Say what you mean, and mean what you say. (Do others the courtesy of being honest.)

Please put a name to your comments. (If you're prepared to give voice, then back it up with a name.)

And don't troll. Please. (Contemplate doing something more productive with your time, and ours.)

<< Home