10/04/2006

Sonnet 17 - Who will believe my verse in time to come




Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say
'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
'So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
William Shakespeare
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Iki seneden beri Tr seyahatlerim pek bir hareketli geciyor, gecen yaz ev arkadaslarimin 3'u birden evlenme karari alip, turk, kolombiyali ve amerikali damatlarin, turk usulu istemelerinin uzerine, 3 gun kina, 3 gun dugun yapmistik.
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Bu sene ise, Amerika'da uzun yillar yasadiktan sonra, TR'a donme karari alan sevgili Ozlem'in dugunu vardi. her iste bir hayir vardir derler, demek ki donusu hayirli bir is icin imis. Dugunun yapildigi yali cok guzeldi, hava muhtesemdi, gelin ve damadin nesesi, konuklara gecmisti, Istanbul'a ve mekandan gorulen manzaraya ise bir sey demiyorum ve yorumu size birakirken, Ozlem ve Can'a bir omur boyu mutluluklar diliyorum.

1 comment:

  1. herseyde vardir bir hayir derler ya iste bu o cinsten:) Mutlu olsunlar hep:)

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