08-23-2019, 06:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2019, 06:31 PM by Dekalb_Blues.)
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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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
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.
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_18#...n_the_text
(Same song, recorded sixty-two years later...)
"Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon." –- C. Day Lewis
"Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires
inside a lightbulb." -- Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
Blue Cheer, from Vincebus Eruptum (1968)
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high
When you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way, yeah
~
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
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.
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_18#...n_the_text
(Same song, recorded sixty-two years later...)
"Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon." –- C. Day Lewis
"Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires
inside a lightbulb." -- Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
Blue Cheer, from Vincebus Eruptum (1968)
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high
When you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way, yeah
~