Tuesday 23 April 2013
To William Shakespeare, with love
Let me say that the marriage of true minds
Admit imperfections. Love isn't absent
Which alters when alterations are needed
Or bends to retrieve the broken fragments
O no ! It's an ever-flowing canvas
That redraws the lines with each changing tide
Like roots of the trees that recast with each
Season, twisting with each wind fall & breath
Seeding like spring with each fading leaf bloom
Sparking colors when it dries like a rose
It is the starlight to every stray dove
The healing balm to a wounding word said-
And when my love is frail, let yours be firm
That I may behold you, like morning sun-
Inspired by William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken"
Today, the 23rd of April, is the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s birth in 1564, and—52 years later—the anniversary of his death.
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picture from movie: Shakespeare in Love