Tri Duong
 
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
12 Responses
  1. christopher Says:

    beautiful is all i can say.


  2. DThorne Says:

    I feel bad about following someone with "justin bieber" in their link but I love your blog man.. beautiful stuff.


  3. Alex Says:

    There isn't much to say except...I love it, very nice.


  4. jeanjean Says:

    nice, but I have to say that I'm not use to poesy in English.


  5. Zyphbork Says:

    Beautiful. I love it.


  6. Sonnentrain Says:

    Very deep and meaningful.


  7. Chi-chan Says:

    I never was big on Shakespeare, this poem seems to be about a woman who is pretty now, but he's telling her that someday she'll be old and haggard. He says it nicely, but still...


  8. Willow Says:

    Shakespeare is was and always will be a genius.


  9. Ahh I love the poems of william shakespeare


  10. Poetry is awesome. All a part of being an artist and expressionist.




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