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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

In honor of Valentine's Day,

(though I know I'm late), I give you my favorite Shakespearean sonnet.

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.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

By far the best way to experience this poem it to type it into iSpeak and have the "pipe organ" voice read/sing it to you. It it fantastic. ; )
posted by Christy at 6:56 AM

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