(Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds) Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Remember I said I would have a few surprises for you this week?
My friend K— introduced me to Chicken Shop Shakespeare, a collection of short selections of Shakespeare’s works set in ordinary locations.
I think it’s brilliant.
I realize the sound quality may be a little earthy, which is why I have provided a copy of the famed “Sonnet 116″ as a read-a-long guide. (I use closed captioning a lot, personally, anyway, for everything, as I have a mild hearing loss.)
I would argue in this one case, though, that the sound editing adds a sense of immediacy and reality that you don’t often get with Shakespeare. (It’s nice to have the text in front of you though, isn’t it?)
Chicken Shop Shakespeare takes requests. REQUESTS!
I think we should make a Shakespeare sonnet or soliloquy request! The question is— which one?
Essentially, all of Shakespeare’s sonnets are about some facet of love.
This sonnet is complex in its allusions and metaphors, but it’s fairly direct in its meaning.
Want to discuss the meaning of “Sonnet 116″ with me in the comments? Come on down!