Sonnet 18

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 ~

Fordi jeg er i sommerhumr, og fler meg faktisk glad. Og det har vrt en stund siden. Er ikke denne sonnetten vakker? Jeg har bestemt meg for lese mer Shakespeare. Han skriver s vakkert, levende og lett.


22.apr.2010 kl.19:09

det nye designet ditt var fint fint Stina :D <3


22.apr.2010 kl.22:51

Aw, takk :)

Lag en ny lykkekake