domenica, agosto 05, 2007

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Daye (a.k.a. Lamentations of the Ecologist)

by William Shakespeare
And then some...

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's daye?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
That is if thou mindeth not the mosquitos.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
As the PSI index riseth in the Valley that is Kelang.
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
[Deleteth this line if thou art in the tropics]
Sometyme too hot the eye of heaven shines,
Or maybe 'tis just the global warminge
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
Amidst the layers of smog
And every fair from fair sometyme declines
To cleane up the environment
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Unless thou forgeteth to bring thy umbrella,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, WHAT 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.
But keepe ye away from the jam that dwelleth in Subange

endorsed by the Tee Mei Yii School of Inscrutable Literature (i.e. her blog)


This was the original work of William Shakespeare, unabridged. His publishers however decided to shorten it into the Sonnet that we all know and love today... ok maybe just know... because it was way too long. No one really cared about the environment during Shakey's time and hence the 'irrelevant' lines were cropped. In addition, it was specifically cropped into a sonnet because sonnets were popular in those days. Fourteen lines bespoke perfection doubled, which was used as an epitomic benchmark of all poetry during his time. The last line of the poem was later written by a hand unknown and, as it would seem, quite possibly annoyed about the public transport in the region.

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