Sunday, 18 September 2011
The Sunday Post
Hullo ma wee blog,
Sonnet 29.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare
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12 comments:
Beautiful
Aye lom, isn't it just. Gald you liked it....
Hi Alistair, the lad was no stranger to troubles, it seems. A legend, and truly gifted, but imperfect. I like him all the more for it. Indigo
Aye - there's something very human about him isn't there.
Needed this today. Thanks.
I sent it to the Lovely G some time back when I was feeling overwhelmed, after I'd been made redundant, so I may know just what you mean. It's a fantastic piece of prose and an amazing reflection on what love brings.
Thank you so much for posting this Al. Timeless, beautiful words.
It's one of my fvourites and this now the 3rd time it's appeared on the blog since I started posting. {I dedicated it to my Lovely G for Valentines day last year}. I agree - it is timeless and so beautiful.
Not meaning to be a real cynic, but what a tosser. (The poet, not you Alistair) Dear God (If such a being exists)
I would bet he would look at a ½ glass of beer and he wouldn't say
"That glass is half-full".
And he wouldn't say
"That glass is half empty"
He would say "I bet that glass is contaminated with Yersinia pestis, the causitive organism of the Black Death!"
Sometimes TSB you're beyond me......
I don't know how you can avoid the beauty of the langauge, the perfection of the rythm and imagery, the economy of prose {for the time} and the simple humanity of the emotion. You ARE a real cynic.
But sometimes, that's what the world needs. Balance lies between cynicism and sentimentality and I completely uphold your right to believe how you will and say your piece. You're not wrong.
You're just not as right as I am.
Cheers!
Now, that's got me all tingly! Matthew did not hurt the sonnet one little bit, either :)
We romantics, well, we like this sort of thing, don't we?
Aye we do. {and I really like his rendition too}
Go give your man a hug! :-D
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