Weekend poetry time…Shakespeare’s sonnets remind me of the school days when I had to read them for school and graduate school entrance exam. About sonnet 18, there is a memory about listening to a teacher explaining the whole sonnet in a splendid way and feeling totally marveled, but now I can’t remember anything he said. Nor can I understand what the sonnet is saying now. Probably I’m like some of Tom’s fans just paying attention to his voice rather than figuring out what the meaning is, but I do love listening to human voices: different voices, different “textures" of human voices you can say. That’s why I spend lots of time on YouTube just to listen. Is there any career that can make money by just listening to people’s voices, please tell me. Thank you!
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.