Saturday, June 18, 2011

Sonnet 18

Just a masterpiece from the most underrated voice in the history of mankind of a mega-talented composer and musician with looks of a bloke round the corner in your 'hood, as many people loving and appreciating David Gilmour would confirm. As the evening unfolds and the week wraps down its business, sharing this little gem with you brings many memories to me... Have a blessed Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity, the source of all beauty and goodness...


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 dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

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