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 wand'ring 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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
I am happy because l can meet poetic day. your elegant performance made me captivated. today it,s like I found one of many hidden puzzles Shakespeare hid before he kicked the bucket. thank him for his poem as well as you!
Laat mij niet tegen het huwelijk van twee toegenegen geesten Bezwaar indienen. Liefde is liefde niet Als zij zich temperen laat door de tempeesten, Of gaat zodra men haar tot gaan gebiedt. O nee, zij is een baken van bestendigheid Dat in de storm onschokbaar op de baren ziet, De ster die 't dolend schip naar zijn bestemming leidt; Haar hoogte is meetbaar, maar haar waarde niet. Liefde is niet de Nar van de Tijd, wiens zeis Eerlang uit vurige lippen de gloed zal verdringen; Van maand noch jaar raakt zij ooit van de wijs, Ze is standvastig tot het einde aller dingen. En wie dit woord met kracht van argumenten zal doen sneven, Bewijst dat liefde leugen is en dat ik nimmer heb geschreven.
It doesn't get any better does it. My favourite performance of this sonnet, the one given by laurence Olivier on the Dick Cavatt show. Sublime. This is good, but somewhat rushed. Noel
+Rich King you are mind fucking me right now, like first you say im not brit, then you say you'll never b African, of course you cant b african you origin is Europe
'Love' and 'Time' are personified. Time doesn't make Love a fool. Many a critic guessed that the sonnets are addressed to a Dark Lady. In his real life, both Love and Time made him fool. Anne deserted connubial life with him. In one of the dramas, he said : " Ingratitude ! Thy name is woman."
What might it look like if Shakespeare was front-man for Edward de Vere, and the poem was written 100 years later, as de Vere's ghost writing to his illegitimate son's ghost (love-child of the Queen)...: My son, true love-like the bond between a father and his child-knows no obstacles. Love doesn't waver when tested; it doesn't fade when circumstances change. It stands as steadfast as a lighthouse, unwavering amidst life's storms. Just as a star guides lost ships, though we can't measure its infinite worth, So does true love endure, undiminished by life's trials or the ravages of time. Time may take our youth, our physical beauty, but love remains, Unaltered by the fleeting days and years, Even when faced with life's greatest challenges, love perseveres. Should anyone prove me wrong in saying this, Then I would renounce all that I have written, all that I have felt in love.
This offers a kind of lens through which to view the earlier poem, I think. I think this re-imagining, made by request to GPT, only hints at the de Vere connection by the first two words. Otherwise, it does not necessarily belie anything in particular about Edward and his son and their particular woes, as I think can be seen in other Sonnets. (I'll look again, to see if I might have imagined something that was not there.) (My request to GPT referred to the fading/ending of the need to be cryptic. Maybe those two words did all the work needed in that regard.)
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
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-fixd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.
Nice job! Your love and interpretation makes me love sonnets more than ever.
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Thank you !!!
thank you ❤
ayyy literature students for tomorrow what up
I am happy because l can meet poetic day. your elegant performance made me captivated. today it,s like I found one of many hidden puzzles Shakespeare hid before he kicked the bucket. thank him for his poem as well as you!
Oh wow. It’s one of the most beautiful sonnets.
Beautiful and well recited!
Very beautiful beautiful
Laat mij niet tegen het huwelijk van twee toegenegen geesten
Bezwaar indienen. Liefde is liefde niet
Als zij zich temperen laat door de tempeesten,
Of gaat zodra men haar tot gaan gebiedt.
O nee, zij is een baken van bestendigheid
Dat in de storm onschokbaar op de baren ziet,
De ster die 't dolend schip naar zijn bestemming leidt;
Haar hoogte is meetbaar, maar haar waarde niet.
Liefde is niet de Nar van de Tijd, wiens zeis
Eerlang uit vurige lippen de gloed zal verdringen;
Van maand noch jaar raakt zij ooit van de wijs,
Ze is standvastig tot het einde aller dingen.
En wie dit woord met kracht van argumenten zal doen sneven,
Bewijst dat liefde leugen is en dat ik nimmer heb geschreven.
Love it Wonderful Thankyou
Bravo 👏
It doesn't get any better does it. My favourite performance of this sonnet, the one given by laurence Olivier on the Dick Cavatt show. Sublime. This is good, but somewhat rushed. Noel
Beautiful
such a prolific poet.....
that dress!♡
my teacher always makes me read poems in class simply couse im brit
+Rich King c'mon please insult me more, you can do better than that
+Rich King you are mind fucking me right now, like first you say im not brit, then you say you'll never b African, of course you cant b african you origin is Europe
+Rich King so you're callin me racist now, please go back and look at your first reply to my comment
+Rich King if you want to hate of me simply because of my complexion, go ahead, do you
Poor you. But, I do want to hear all those poems you read because no one pronounce them better and more beautiful than you guys.
'Love' and 'Time' are personified. Time doesn't make Love
a fool. Many a critic guessed that the sonnets are addressed to a Dark Lady. In his real life, both Love and Time made him fool. Anne deserted connubial life with
him. In one of the dramas, he said : " Ingratitude ! Thy name is woman."
wonderful
Such conviction, such bridal desire
Beautiful dress, beautiful woman. The understanding of these precious lines was lost.
What might it look like if Shakespeare was front-man for Edward de Vere, and the poem was written 100 years later, as de Vere's ghost writing to his illegitimate son's ghost (love-child of the Queen)...:
My son, true love-like the bond between a father and his child-knows no obstacles.
Love doesn't waver when tested; it doesn't fade when circumstances change.
It stands as steadfast as a lighthouse, unwavering amidst life's storms.
Just as a star guides lost ships, though we can't measure its infinite worth,
So does true love endure, undiminished by life's trials or the ravages of time.
Time may take our youth, our physical beauty, but love remains,
Unaltered by the fleeting days and years,
Even when faced with life's greatest challenges, love perseveres.
Should anyone prove me wrong in saying this,
Then I would renounce all that I have written, all that I have felt in love.
This offers a kind of lens through which to view the earlier poem, I think.
I think this re-imagining, made by request to GPT, only hints at the de Vere connection by the first two words. Otherwise, it does not necessarily belie anything in particular about Edward and his son and their particular woes, as I think can be seen in other Sonnets. (I'll look again, to see if I might have imagined something that was not there.)
(My request to GPT referred to the fading/ending of the need to be cryptic. Maybe those two words did all the work needed in that regard.)
Wow
Is it Juliet? 😁
thank fuck this shit didnt come up in the fucking poetry exam
0:09
Beautiful in every sense.❤❤❤
Shame I can’t understand what it all means. Sounds like a word salad to me 😮.
Poetry tomorrow lol
😅
Мужики помогите с английским , в долгу не останусь
Жалко я женщина 🗿
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What in the hell ? I hardly understood any of that 😄
That's because it was written 400 years ago.
TheRecreator And people still gush over it today ? 😆
Yes, human nature hasn't changed.
its called Shakespeare m8
jimintho No Shit Sherlock
DISLIKE!!!!!!
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
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-fixd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.