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,
By 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 wand’rest 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.
William Shakespeare.
Sonnet 18
 
I must say I do adore Shakespeare. I am afraid I am not able to recite too much or place too much – I just know lots of bits and enjoy it.
Watching a live play is the thing I love the most. The thrill of the arrival to the theatre, buying the programme and a fine drink, then joining the growing throng as we gather for the lights to fall and the first glimpse of the actors who will enthrall us for the night.
It is a rare privilege, a pleasure to have my ears caressed by sounds and fury, romance and passion.
On occasion a play is rather tortuosly performed. For this sad sorrow I would cite a fair few outdoor local productions where farce is the only saviour to keep the audience (I say audience) in their seats (I say seats). I have even been known to sit there praying for heavy rain…… But in the main this is the exception! Shakespeare wrote poetry to live forever. Now that is pretty amazing.
Poetry too is whatever you wish to make of it. It can be a short piece or a full play! A panache of writing released like a bright light into our life. A pleasure, a joy, a delight.
Shall I compare thee? Oh yes.
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