Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?
By Silver Spun Sand
Tue, 17 Mar 2015
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,
for oft times, it is changeable; churlish winds
strip bare the blushing peony? Perchance
the comparison should be more fitting
to liken thee to a winter’s night, when
blue shadows fall on snow-capped hills
as moonlight comes and goes as spat
from mouths of mounding clouds
and thy beauty is such as this; thy kiss, soft
upon my cheek, that doth warm the heart
more quickly than any fire, that in any hearth
doth burn, and unlike flames that diminish...
so die, thee will ever be in my mind’s eye
as thou are today, or perchance, to say
of one on whom I gaze, art for art’s sake
thee be, and shall remain as untranslatable
even scribed upon this page, as the writing
on the wall, so get thy skates on, sharpish –
time for school, and I have, still, Sonnet 18
to complete. Do not distract me, wench...
don thy beret, pick up thy books, and
the best of luck in that English Lit exam,
and remember, mention not The Scottish Play
but break a leg, if thou must, yet don’t make
too much ado about nothing, only answer
my question, should I, shall I compare thee
to a summer’s day?
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A poem that blooms like a
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
A poem that blooms like a Summer's day.
Simply beautiful Tina.
Jenny.
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A beautiful take on the great
Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on
A beautiful take on the great sonnet. I love how it shifts to something more colloquial.
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