terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2011

William, William, William!

Drama, here I’m. Yes, for me poetry is poetry when it is full of drama, because when the poem is dramatic I can feel/understand the poem easily. And in fact I really like love poems full of drama, after all who never had a heartbroken? So here is one poem of Shakespeare that I really like.

Sonnet 40 – Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
                                                                          William Shakespeare

(Posted By Lis Machado)

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