Soppy time
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
This is a good thing though, because the whole point of the sonnet assessment is to see if we can connect with a piece of Shakespeare's text and communicate it truthfully to an audience. I'll definitely be opening myself up to just how much I miss him when I'm presenting it.
Anyway, time for dinner, me thinks. Curry tonight!
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
This is a good thing though, because the whole point of the sonnet assessment is to see if we can connect with a piece of Shakespeare's text and communicate it truthfully to an audience. I'll definitely be opening myself up to just how much I miss him when I'm presenting it.
Anyway, time for dinner, me thinks. Curry tonight!