So for about the last week I've been getting this 'Shakespeare Sonnet a Day' emails. And to be honest with you.. Shakespeare is kinda lame. Not a great fan of his work. Rather read some original tragedy or comedy... Rather read some of Caesar himself than a play written about him... but I happened to enjoy this sonnet and found it somewhat appropriate. So, Enjoy. I always suggest with poetry to read it out loud. Give it a go. Feel the rhythm of the words...
Sonnet #27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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