#sonnet 6

[judithsheppard]

[mispelled]

Shakepeare's out here giving me life lessons

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 6 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

"Sonnet 5 is too hard. Here’s number 6." (@SirPatStew)

Sonnet 6 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.

That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thy self to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity?

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

[tanyushenka]

Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Fady Joudah

[judithsheppard]

somehow we found each other

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 6 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir John Gielgud)

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thy self to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

Source: William Shakespeare - Sonnets, 1996

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 6 by William Shakespeare (read by Ruby Dee)

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.

That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thy self to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity?

    Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair     To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

Source: The Complete Shakespeare Sonnets

[eveningreading]

Is he native to this realm? No, his wide nature grew out of both worlds. They more adeptly bend the willow's branches who have experience of the willow's roots. When you go to bed, don't leave bread or milk on the table: it attracts the dead— But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he beneath the mildness of the eyelid mix their bright traces into every seen thing; and may the magic of earthsmoke and rue be as real for him as the clearest connection. Nothing can mar for him the authentic image; whether he wanders through houses or graves, let him praise signet ring, gold necklace, jar.

Sonnet 6, Sonnets to Orpheus Rainer Maria Rilke - 1875-1926