Sonnet 147 by William Shakespeare, read by Gabriel Routh.
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The 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 his 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 madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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The Poetry and Prose Performances Project (p4) is bringing high quality recordings of great literature to YouTubes broad audience. Fall semester 2008, p4 recorded 16 of William Shakespeare's sonnets and the first two chapters of Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn.
the editing of the portrait was distracting to concentration of the poem...
TheDazy37 1 year ago
This is one of my favorites of The Bard's sonnets. Another one I love is Sonnet 20 (A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted). Any chance you could post that one?
FilmPoems 3 years ago