April is National Poetry Month

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452407.post-69763439401444065602008-04-23T12:48:00.001-07:002008-12-09T10:33:05.632-08:00April is National Poetry Month<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzB1zNihHIY/SA-SrmlXnpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DMIxd1T5JYE/s1600-h/shakespeare.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzB1zNihHIY/SA-SrmlXnpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DMIxd1T5JYE/s200/shakespeare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192530173170785938" border="0" /></a> Happy Birthday William Shakespeare <o:p></o:p> Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day<o:p></o:p> April 23, 2008<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> 52<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> So am I as the rich, whose blessed key<o:p></o:p> Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,<o:p></o:p> The which he will not ev’ry hour survey,<o:p></o:p> For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.<o:p></o:p> Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,<o:p></o:p> Since seldom coming in the long year set,<o:p></o:p> Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,<o:p></o:p> Or captain jewels in the carconet*.<o:p></o:p> So is the time that keeps you as my chest,<o:p></o:p> Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,<o:p></o:p> To make some special instant special blest,<o:p></o:p> By new unfolding his imprison’d pride.<o:p></o:p> Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,<o:p></o:p> Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> William Shakespeare<o:p></o:p> 1609<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> April 23 is celebrated as Shakespeare’s birthday.<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> If alive, he would be 444 years old today.<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> He died on April 23, 1616.<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> * A carconet was a style of necklace with a<o:p></o:p> large jewel at the bottom center, other<o:p></o:p> smaller jewels in the rest of the necklace.<o:p></o:p> Ukiah Library Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month April 23, 2008  <o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> <h1>Sonnet 54</h1>  <o:p></o:p> O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,<o:p></o:p> By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!<o:p></o:p> The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem<o:p></o:p> For that sweet odour which doth in it lye<o:p></o:p> The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye<o:p></o:p> As the perfumed tincture of the roses,<o:p></o:p> Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly<o:p></o:p> When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:<o:p></o:p> But, for their vitue only is their show<o:p></o:p> They live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;<o:p></o:p> Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;<o:p></o:p> Of their sweet death are sweetest odours made:<o:p></o:p> And so of you, beauetous and lovely youth,<o:p></o:p> When that shall fade, by verse distils your truth<o:p></o:p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17452407-6976343940144406560?l=mendocinocountylibrary.blogspot.com'/></div>Staff of the Mendocino County Libraryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04659535804429631684noreply@blogger.com