Friday, June 20, 2008

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your
parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er toucht earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it and in my rime.

-W. Shakespeare

7 comments:

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

wow
if i could write the beauty of your eyes

Chris said...

To be inspired by that kind of love is something everyone lives for, and Willie Shakes nailed it spot on in a few lines. Simply beautiful.

James Tubman said...

sounds like a black man to me lol

Eb the Celeb said...

he was/is a genious!

i.can't.complain. said...

"you should live twice..."

whoa.

willie s. did have a way w/words

much like u.

-1-

Stephen Bess said...

He was a badd brotha!

Don said...

I liked this poem. Of course Shakespeare was the champion master of emotion and ink pen. Good stuff, Yas.