The weather was anything but sunny
today in Central Park, but this event brought out about 100 celebrants.
Bundled
against the unseasonable cold in hats and gloves, and even a few down coats,
people ranging in age from teenagers to those in their 70s or 80s read the sonnets in numerical order.
Many of the readings were beautifully done, thoughtful, expressive, and
dramatic. I think there were more than a few actors in the group of volunteer
readers.
Beethoven looks on from across the way. |
Here’s Sonnet 130 – one of my
favorites.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like
the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips
’red;
If snow be white, why then her
breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow
upon her head..
I have seen roses damasked, red and
white,
But no such roses see I in her
cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more
delight
Than in the breath that from my
mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well
I know
That music hath a far more pleasing
sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads
on the ground.
And
yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As
any she belied with false compare.
And here is Alan Rickman’s
seductive reading of the same.
While looking at this poem again I
thought about what a good title Nothing
Like the Sun might be for a piece of fiction or other work of art. Turns
out not only did Sting record an album with this title, but Anthony Burgess
gave this name to his novel about Shakespeare. Per Wikipedia:
Nothing Like the Sun is a fictional recreation of Shakespeare's love-life and an examination of the supposedly partly syphilitic sources of the bard's imaginative vision. The novel, which drew on Edgar I. Fripp's 1938 biography Shakespeare, Man and Artist, won critical acclaim and placed Burgess among the first rank novelists of his generation.
What a lovely event, I'm glad you went (and wish I could have gone with you). And yes, it is a great title. Plus Alan Rickman!
ReplyDeleteI would have loved the company!
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