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.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
“Shakespeare’s Garden” in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.
You should follow her. The end.
And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity.
Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested.
Some were made in fire
Some were forged in stone,
This tempest of emotions
Accompanies me alone.
The alabaster moon,
Shines down and burns my skin.
The longing and lost desire,
of never seeing you again.
Gone, this form eludes,
The fire I have lost,
Firmaments of desire,
Come at much too high a cost.
The price, a bit too high,
The motive a bit too scared,
Condescending to oneself,
To feel what I have dared.
If you’re reading this - especially if you’re male - chances are you don’t really like poetry.
Even if you don’t mind poetry, chances are you haven’t spent a lot of time reading it.
Chances are, somewhere around 9th grade, you decided poetry wasn’t for you … and ever since, you haven’t read…