All the world's great poetry has not yet been written, there have been the masters of the past who have addressed all the basics of life: all that matters, and all that does not change. Such a poet was the genius, William Shakespeare.
So because this is a very beautiful early summer day, and my thoughts are on those matters that have always been with us, such as love, and mortality, i offer you a poem that addresses these eternal subjects. I think you will enjoy reading it, as i have.
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;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
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.
Shakespeare used the the power of his pen as an antidote to mortality. He believed in the beauty of the creature he is addressing; in this poem he proves his point: she remains right there for us, as he promised.
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