Sonnet 13
Le Chevalier d'Éon (1728 - 1810) un autre hésitant entre deux sexes O! that you were your self; but, love, you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give:...
Sonnet 11
Picasso, Autoportrait 1972 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom,...
Sonnet 10
Jhannes Vermeer La,jeune fille à la perle (1665) Est-ce la beauté pour vous? For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident:...
Sonnet 9
Un Panier-percé. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no form of thee...
Sonnet 8
le char du soleil sur un vase Grec Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling...
DH Lawrence lit Shakespeare
D. H. Lawrence, (11 Septembre 1885 - 2 mars 1930 When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language. Lear, the old buffer, you wonder his daughters didn't treat him rougher, the old...
Sonnet 12
Marcel, un autre connaisseur des pertes du temps. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren...
Sonnet 7
Montagnes et soleil levant. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong...
sonnet 6
Paysage d'hiver Barend Avercamp (1612-1679) Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden...
Sonnet 5
II y a de l'hiver dans ce sonnet. Avez-vous vu le film Béliers et son hiver Islandais? Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel;...