Çarşamba, Temmuz 25, 2007

let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI)

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.

william shakespeare

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2 yorum:

ttku dedi ki...


jack.kerouac dedi ki...

ohh my sister, shakespeare aşığı t. gülümsüyorsun ama bu adam süründürüyor insanı anlamak bi dert yahu ama helal olsun döktürmüş yine :)