On the weekends, I'm not going to add another episode, but in my effort to give a sonnet everyday, I'll post a celebrity sonnet that I find on Youtube.
For the first one, here's Alan Rickman reading Sonnet 130. (I picked a further one out, so I wouldn't have to compare myself to him until I've read at least 129 sonnets live. (and even then, well, let's just say: Alan Rickman!)
This was posted by Muriel Rickman (who I think is his wife) Enjoy!
SONNET 130 by William Shakespeare
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 on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, 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.
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