16 July 2013

Always There...

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; 

And that which governs me to go about

Doth part his function and is partly blind,

Seems seeing, but effectually is out;

For it no form delivers to the heart

Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:

Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,

Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:

For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,

The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, 

The mountain or the sea, the day or night, 

The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature: 

 Incapable of more, replete with you, 

 My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. 

(W. Shakespeare - Sonnet 113)


  1. Bonjour Noelle !
    Comment allee vous? Moi chouette j`ai un nouveau frere il s`appelle Luca !

    P.S. Excusee moi de ne pas avoir ecrir depuis LONGTEMPS!

    Gros bisous


    1. Salut et c'est formidable! Esperons que Maman et bebe se portent bien! Toutes mes felicitations a toute la petite famille! Un plaisir comme toujours, d'entendre de toi!

  2. He was a master, his writing always flows but I find it hard going to read too much of his work but that is just me I like people to get to the point fast.

    1. Merle, you are priceless! I must agree though...It took awhile before I understood the Bard!

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    1. Unless read in its original form I realized Shakespeare's work lose a lot of its depth! As the years goes by, I surprise even myself in thinking such pearls means more today than yesterday!


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