| 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. s h a k e s p e a r e sonnet 118 |
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My fave fave sonnet by Will S., and the only one I've committed to memory! I love lines 8 and 9 the best, it's so brilliant how the slightly awkward phrasing of the first few words forces you to pause and almost stumble, but then the rest of the phrase has a rhythm that drives straight through in such a stunning crescendo.
Who else do you love in the poetry department? I'm afraid I'm a bit mainstream and pedestrian in my poetry taste---I like the 'greatest hits' with mass appeal. Frost, e.e. cummings, anything that makes me tingle with romantic sentiment :)
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