Happy Birthday to our pal Will
Today is William Shakespeare's 450th birthday! (Well, the day we observe as his birthday. Nobody is 100% sure of his exact birth date.) In honor of him and of it still being National Poetry Month, have a sonnet! This is one of my favorites.
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Also, apparently the Globe is taking Hamlet on tour to literally every country in the world. I think that's a super cool project, and the production sounds really neat.
Now, because you deserve it, the latest kitten picture:
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Also, apparently the Globe is taking Hamlet on tour to literally every country in the world. I think that's a super cool project, and the production sounds really neat.
Now, because you deserve it, the latest kitten picture: