Poetry Friday

I was going to do a little Robert Frost this week, because it was the anniversary of his birthday on March 26th, plus the kids used his poems for their memorizations this week. But then I got distracted (while checking some old Safari bookmarks) by a YouTube clip I've kept for so long simply because of its affiliations with the ever so charming Time Lord to the left. I've watched it countless times. Then I figured that I could inflict that on some of you instead of the Frost. Ever so charming of me, I know.

Anyhow, to introduce the clip (since I can't get the Doctor to do it), I'm starting with a little sonnet written by Shakespeare. The following sonnet has a cameo in the (also following) YouTube clip. All this is clear as mud, no doubt.

Alright then, go read the sonnet...






Sonnet 130
My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


You might have heard Sting sing this once upon a time. You might even have had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, quote bits of it in a love note. But I bet you've never heard it spoken quite like this (Kenneth Branagh, eat your heart out):





Poetry Friday is being hosted at Cuentesitos, where I see there are already some great poems to be checked out. Thanks for hosting, Gina, and I wish you many many more cancer-free years.