I have decided to memorize one of Shakespeare's sonnets before I graduate. Which gives me a month. I don't have a favorite sonnet as of yet in my life, so if anyone out there has a favorite they can suggest to me, I would be most appreciative.
There's one I memorized when I was 11, "Tu whit to woo, a merry note. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot." I don't know the name. I don't even remember what the sonnet is about, but it still leaves me revelling in Shakespeare's verses 20 years later!
Let me not to the marriage of true 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.
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There's one I memorized when I was 11, "Tu whit to woo, a merry note. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot." I don't know the name. I don't even remember what the sonnet is about, but it still leaves me revelling in Shakespeare's verses 20 years later!
Found it on someone else's blog: http://vickistein.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-poetry-blogging-shakespeares.html
this has always been my favorite
sonnet 363
Let me not to the marriage of true 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.
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