In this blog, I'm moving from Beethoven to Shakespeare. There is greatness to drink in and greatness to contain. But greatness to express? I don't know. It remains to be seen.
I have loved this sonnet since high school. Its cadence is perfect. Its words are classic, almost biblical. You should here it read out loud. I cannot find a link that works tonight (perhaps because it's close to 1 a.m.) but you may want to look up the soundtrack of the TV show Beauty and the Beast: Of Love and Hope, where great poems that became my favorites are featured.
I will not attempt to interpret this. I should go back to school to be able to do that. Well, someday who knows I just might stop dreaming and start living. That's what my RDL is for - discernment. Again.
I will not attempt to interpret this. I should go back to school to be able to do that. Well, someday who knows I just might stop dreaming and start living. That's what my RDL is for - discernment. Again.
I will stop because I don't want to write about a retreat that I'm not fully taking yet. Let's go back to the sonnet, and end with these words:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI)
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.
-- William Shakespeare
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