Shakespeare's Sonnets Re-doneSHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS RE-DONE consists of all 154 of the sonnets William Shakespeare sent down to us; however, those items have been given some evident rewritings -- between ‘translations’ and ‘adaptations’. Stylistic compromises infest the now perhaps final versions. For instance, some definite splittings of infinitives and some very findable examples of the expletive ‘there’ and the expletive ‘it’--along with such probably major solecisms as Enjambment--might be seen as real detractors. After an Editorial While had elapsed a giving up occurred. [Bruce Hamilton had intended to reduce to zero the occurrences of the word “wow,” but he somehow retained all such occurrences.] SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS RE-DONE reflects an abiding wish to produce highly accessible Modern Versions of Shakespeare’s ‘originals.’ |
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... windows may see pure sweet images of now, despite dark time. Yet, if you'd rather live to be unknown, die single and your smile will soon be stone. [Redone by Bruce Hamilton] Unthrifty loveliness, why do you spend Shakespeare's Sonnet #3.
... lives she most has blessed should yield fine wine, and your fine gifts should never go awry. When Nature stamped you well, she meant by that that you should breed before your days fall flat. [Redone by Bruce Hamilton] When I add up the ...
... live; against your coming end you should so spar that all of you that's you you grandly give. Then all the beauty that you've borrowed now might thrive forever; here (nay, everywhere) you'd seem to bloom long after death's dark prow had ...
... are spiteful elves — can't always bring to shine among all men. To give yourself away preserves yourself, and you must live, not languish on some shelf. [Redone by Bruce Hamilton] Who would believe my verse in Shakespeare's Sonnet #16.
... “a poet's rage — the stretched-out fabric of a worthless song.” Yet: were a child of yours alive, then time might let you live, in him — and in my rhyme. [Redone by Bruce Hamilton] May I compare you to a Shakespeare's Sonnet #17.