In celebration of the Immortal Bard, one of his lovely sonnets:
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Theyself away art present still with me;
For thou not further than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or if they sleep, they picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 47
I enjoyed reading this unfamiliar sonnet–thanks. I was fortunate when I went to my state university to be in the Shakespeare classes of Hudson Strode, who had been an actor in a famous British traveling Shakespeare troupe. He virtually acted out every big scene. I left school with a broad familiarity with the plays and many remembered lines. I recently read that Harper Lee took those classes, although for some reason she avoided Strode’s creative writing classes, the classes that confirmed me as a writer. A mystery.