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from jenlynn820: When you see a Shakespeare quote you must respond with one of your own in your LJ.

I'm happy to oblige. Only, I couldn decide which one to post so here are two of my favourite Shakespearean poems:


Sonnet 43

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.


from "Twelfth Night":

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! your true love 's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What 's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty!
Youth 's a stuff will not endure.

For Those in the Know It's Shakespeare & Co.

Something sakurazukalori posted in her lj reminded me of the following poem:

For Those in the Know It's Shakespeare & Co
(by Bacchus)

A Parisian bookstore caught my eye yesterday
A young lady approached, "Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?"
My mind was cluttered, and my tolerance thin
I was not in the mood to let anyone in
"Excusez-moi, monsieur, vous cherchez quelque chose?"
"Yes," I snapped back, "a book on elephants' toes."
I thought that would shock her, make her scalp itch
I wanted to pull someone down to my ditch.
"Ooh," her fear thrilled me, "il y a un problème vous avez"
"Nous avons deux étages à seulement ce sujet."
Sure enough they were there, as we mounted the stairs
Passing shelves of books on eighteenth century airs.
"Il y avait plus mais George a quelque chose"
"Contre les livres sur elephants' toes."
My malaise had vanished, and in amused delight
I leaned on the railing to take in the sight.
I bought a few books in order to save face
The I asked the young lady "What is this place?"
"Monsieur," she replied, "vous n'êtes pas in the know"
"Quelle autre librairie mais Shakespeare & Co,?"