I often place my work next to a masterpiece. I have a lot of nerve doing so but I brag about it anyway. You can really appreciate a warm summer day after reading “…winters day?” (meine parodie)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a winters day? eine parodie
William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616
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 wand’rest 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.
Lawrence Spiro (July 2018)
Shall I compare you to a winter’s day?
You are much more frigid, darkly and bleak.
Vicious winds do blow under skies bleak gray,
And cowardly spring cringes meek and weak.
Sometime too cold the eye of heaven hides,
And often slides slow behind ice and cold;
And every fair from fair cracks and cries,
That the whisper of warmth is left untold.
You eternal winter are a long lick,
Your temper and nonsense are getting old,
Only death listens to hear your clock’s tick,
When in eternal lines to time you scold.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, we’ve had enough of thee.
