Pensive gets his poetry on
New series - Pensive reads (with actions of his own choosing) my favourite shakespeare sonnet. It makes me happy.
The full thingy:
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:
Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks upon tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wanderinf bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, those 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.
Gotta love the bard.
(Pensive (bless his little heart) totally lives at The World According to Pensive now, so go check him out there!)
(crossposted from dermot-thegreat.spaces.msn.com)