Day 57 - Sonnet #61: jealousy, love, sleep, accusations, justifications, torment

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Mike Ackerman makes another appearance here - excellent interpretation of the sonnet!




Cool song made from the lines - nice work here, too!




Another fun interpretation!




Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O no, thy love though much, is not so great,
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!

Day 56 - Sonnet #147: personification, love, mistress, torment, infatuation

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thanks to these awesome students for their contribution to the challenge!




and here are a few other interpretations...




a rap! many suggest that Shakespeare's structure is very similar to modern day hip-hop



musical version:







My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please:
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!

Day 18 - Sonnet #39

Very excited to have the Parallel Octave join the Challenge! They are an improvising chorus in Baltimore, and sent in an audio for Sonnet #126.

And now, on with #39...



O how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring:
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give:
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone:
O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain.

As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!