Shakespeare sonetos, 400 años
Ayer 20 de mayo se cumplieron 400 años desde que los Sonetos de William Shakespeare fueran publicados. Una nota en Paper Cuts se pregunta: "What is new, or even fairly new, or at least not too well known, to say about this work? What is there to say to commemorate this occasion that Shakespeare scholars, editors and biographers have not said and re-said?" En The Times también comentan el aniversario resaltando su vigencia. En Moleskine Literario nos aunamos a la celebración dedicándoles a los lectores uno de los más bellos sonetos de William Shakespeare:
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.