How A Student Chose A Shakespeare Sonnet.
M. has to memorize and recite a Shakespeare sonnet for school.
Most important criterion: No ‘thee’, ‘thou’ and ‘hath’ and shit.
My comment: I never found ‘shit’ in a Shakespeare sonnet before, so I googled it. I didn’t find any, thank God.
His final decision fell on Sonnet 130.
Next step: How do I pronounce this shit?
Again with the shit… Anyway, for a German student that’s not an easy task. He needed some help and he found Stephen Fry:
SONNET 130
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 damask'd, 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.
M. didn’t care this poem is a parody of the overdone love poems of Shakespeare’s contemporaries, nor that, in the end, it still displays ultimate love. But hell, after listening to Mr. Fry many times he did an almost perfect recital.
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