A Few Words from the Bard

I seem to be falling behind on content for this little blog of mine. Maybe I'm still recovering from Andrew Bird last week. Maybe its that fall is coming and unlike most who see it as a season of dying, its always been like spring to me. It shakes open something alseep in me that hibernates all hot summer long. So, I thought a little Shakespeare would do for the day. I've read nearly everything the great bard has written. I won't say I can recite much of it, but for some reason these verses have always had a place in my mind and heart. Maybe it's the "ever-fixed mark" which is pronounced with the "fixed" as two syllables. Frankly-the whole thing is absolutely woo-making.

My favorite sonnet..from me to you.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of two minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken,
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.