Eu tenho raiva que não se tenham mais nenhuma filmagem fiel das peças de Shakespeare, com as falas em Iambic Pentameter, com roupas de época e lutas de espada... Pense bem, não temos nenhum filme descente das obras dele. É uma pena.
Mas enfim... eu também lembrei dos meus poemas favoritos de Shakespeare...
Soneto 116, nosso velho conhecido
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Soneto 12, sobre como derrotar a morte (tendo filhos ou escrevendo... prefiro a segunda opção =)
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 silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
e um que eu adoro, principalmente o começo: Soneto 18
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 dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
E depois que re-li esse poema, que toda vez que leio acho que é sobre mim (haha), lembrei que ele foi parte de uma coleção de poemas (do 1 ao 122, eu acho) que forma escritos para o Earl of Southampton... Que é o brother da cabeleira Joelma no filme Anonymous...
E depois que re-li esse poema, que toda vez que leio acho que é sobre mim (haha), lembrei que ele foi parte de uma coleção de poemas (do 1 ao 122, eu acho) que forma escritos para o Earl of Southampton... Que é o brother da cabeleira Joelma no filme Anonymous...
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| Earl of Southampton em pintura medieval. |
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| A caracterização "Joelma" do Earl of Southampton no filme Anonymous (2011) |
Daí eu lembrei do Soneto 20
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
Dizendo que o brother da cabeleira tinha feições femininas e admirando essas feições... e ainda por cima existe um tom de lamento pelo fato de que o cara tem o que balança... (é por causa desse poema e dos outros cento e poucos sobre o cara e as pessoas acham que Shakespeare era gay... acho válido... Tem gente que diz que ele (Earl of Southampton) é o "Sol" de Romeo e Julieta)
Até porque geralmente o Sol é masculino, e a lua é feminino...
{PS: isso era um e-mail pra Fred, e continua sendo, até mesmo porque ele é o único que lê meu blog com certa freqüencia, como bom namorado. Mas eu quis postar aqui.}
