#sonnet 23

[mylovaboxa]

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 23 by William Shakespeare (read by Alex Jennings)

As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;

So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.

O! let my looks be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.

O! learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

Source: The Sonnets: William Shakespeare - Alex Jennings, 1997

[mskrianna]

❝как тот актер, который, оробев,

теряет нить давно знакомой роли,

как тот безумец, что, впадая в гнев,

в избытке сил теряет силу воли,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

так я молчу, не зная, что сказать,

не оттого, что сердце охладело.

нет, на мои уста кладет печать

моя любовь, которой нет предела.❞

— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 23

[shakespearenews]

The Sonnetization of Emily R

As part of the course work for an MFA in creative writing, I was enrolled in a workshop in which we were writing sonnets, sestinas, villanelles, haikus, and ot

I had given my seat on the downtown Line 6 train to a woman of a certain age, and while I was mumbling, “O let my books be then the eloquence,” she looked up at me, with love for a straphanging good Samaritan, and then followed right on cue with “And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.” She thumped her hand to her chest as we finished reciting the sonnet together. No one in the car looked up from multiple Candy Crush and Sudoku games on their phones.  

The subway sonnet angel and I high-fived and hugged as I exited at Astor Place. She whispered in my ear, “Godspeed. I had to memorize sonnets in school back in the ’30s. I didn’t think anyone still did that. Thank you for the sonnet and the seat.”  

[raestickler]

“O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: to hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.”

~ W. Shakespeare

Pretty much sums up my fan fic. I’m shit with shading 🤷🏻‍♀️ But I’m working on it.

[a-world-enchanted]

so I, for fear of trust, forget to say

the perfect ceremony of love’s rite

sonnet 23 [x]

[lgbtq+ short films, lgbtq+ representation series]

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 23 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;

So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.

O! let my looks be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.

  O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:   To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

[mineothers]

SHAKESPEARE

My glass shall not persuade me I am old

So long as youth and thou art of one date.

But when in three times furrows I behold,

then look I death my days should expiate.

For all the beauty that doth cover thee

is but the seemly raiment of my heart ... Sonnet 23