One of Will's sonnets:
"O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.
This is my home of love; if I have rang'd,
Like him that travels I return again."
(Sonnet #109)
34 comments:
Thank you for that.
I needed a reminder of what the master does after so much dross.
So well written, and I love the last few words! I return again....wonderful!
You touched me.
Absolutely love William's Sonnets...that second line...absence seem'd my flame to qualify...incredible line on love....bkm
Wonderful post! Both the poem and the image complement each other! =)
-Weasel
That Shakespeare fellow could write really nicely.
Delicious. ((sigh)) You know Shakespeare makes me weak in the knees, yet you continue to torture.
Most modest! Plenty of Magpies think they've improved on WS's version!
willow: "...yet you continue to torture."
"Sweet is pleasure after pain." (Dryden)
My thanks to Friko, annell, bkm, Systematic, corfubob and Doc FTSE for your encouraging comments.
Those two lines were of more value than other's screeds...
How fitting this is. I'm going to a Shakespeare Festival this weekend. Thank you for putting me in the mood.
Superb...
Your two lines after Shakespeare's are like a gentle, whispering reminder of what grounds us in life!
Greyscale: "Your two lines after Shakespeare's..."
Those two lines are part of the sonnet.
Such love, so deeply felt..terrific choice..thanks..
My dear departed friend Old Horsetail Snake used to call him: Will the Shake. Make what you will of his plays he certainly had the perfect phrase for anything in life you might experience.
I once asked a young friend who was at RADA why they spent so much time on his plays. He said if you can act that you can act anything.
I'm grateful for the pleasant comments from Jinksy, Angie, Tumblewords, Lyn and Pat.
Dear Berowne,
Here we are...centuries later, loving the lines the Bard wrote, just as if we just met him in poetry blogland yesterday...
Always relevant, always new, always inspiring.
Truly brilliant Berowne...i love it! :-)
O lovely! Wild Willy surely knew how to conjure a line to fit an image (and vice versa). And you surely know your "Wild Willy." Thank you for sharing this: I was not familiar with #109.
Awesome!!
Ah yes, none quite like his way with words... thank you. And thank you for following me. I appreciate the support.
One of my best qualities is honesty about what I do not know....I have never been a student of Shakespeare (other than required reading in school). So I had to Google Sonnet 109 to see if it was really his, or if these were your words. While there I read the entire Sonnet and am smitten. Consider yourself the flint that sparked something in me this day.
Lydia: "onsider yourself the flint that sparked something in me this day."
I am proud to be the flint in such a situation. :-)
nana: "Awesome!!"
What an awesome comment -- thanks.
Carrie: "Truly brilliant Berowne...i love it!"
A much-appreciated remark, Sister Carrie. Thanks.
Thanks to ninotazis, ds and Reflections for some encouraging comments.
once again you educate me....you are a great teacher!
kathew: "....you are a great teacher!"
Thanks. Did you bring an apple? :-)
ah been a while since i have read william...thank you for that...and for stopping by today...nice mag!
"This is my home of love..." only Master Shakespeare could pen such lovely words filled with more meaning than the cry of the hoot owl outside my window.
Awesome... I'm simply speechless in front of the masters...
Can't beat Will!
Can't beat Derrick! :-)
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