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Shakespeare's Sonnets
by William Shakespeare
4.25*
"Yet do thy worst, old Time, despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.”
- last couplet of Sonnet 19
Since March, I have been following Sir Patrick Stewart on Instagram, reading these sonnets with fervour and dedication. His love for them is palpable and infectious. I have loved listening to his amazing voice give life to the Bard’s words. Many of the poems went over my head, but I did connect with a few, and appreciated many couplets. As with all poetry, this is something that needs to be savoured slowly and repeatedly. If you intend to read these, do check Sir Stewart’s rendition. It will allow you to hear pretty much how Shakespeare meant for them to sound and be experienced.
"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.”
- Sonnet 27
"Yet do thy worst, old Time, despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.”
- last couplet of Sonnet 19
Since March, I have been following Sir Patrick Stewart on Instagram, reading these sonnets with fervour and dedication. His love for them is palpable and infectious. I have loved listening to his amazing voice give life to the Bard’s words. Many of the poems went over my head, but I did connect with a few, and appreciated many couplets. As with all poetry, this is something that needs to be savoured slowly and repeatedly. If you intend to read these, do check Sir Stewart’s rendition. It will allow you to hear pretty much how Shakespeare meant for them to sound and be experienced.
"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.”
- Sonnet 27