The Two Left-Handed Mask known as Shakespeare
© Mihai D. Popescu
Via Normativa – Colloquialities II
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(‘Poetry is’)
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(‘Poetry is’)
(To all baby-blue poets)
Poetry is. It was and it will be.
Poetry simply is—as derived from God’s creation.
Poetry is not ‘a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose’.
Poetry is when the Poet says:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
B y chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
1 comment:
Normativa... NOT
The poetry you described above is not the situation when just "uncle Will" is issued a few words, even immortal :D. I expect from you talking about, maybe, "NICHITA".
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