As we continue with National Poetry Month, we honor my favorite playwright, William Shakespeare!
Since April 23 is the celebrated supposed birth date and actual death date of the Bard, I have great plans for posts this week.
This sonnet is one of my favorites. Incidentally, Stan and I printed this sonnet on the wedding program.
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.