Thursday, June 28, 2007
9:37 PM
Despite th perpetual dread to master th techniques,
I love literature in th fact tt it is th only subject where I feel most human.
(Not that Im good at it, but I truly revel in th notions brought out by th texts studied)
Willy Shakespeare is THE MAN, The Tempest delineates th nature of human relationships,
Pride & Prejudice highlights our predisposition to judge and to misjudge,
& lets not go into Handmaid's Tale which is filled with sexual innuendo. HAHA.
Edgar Allan's poems are lovely (& chilling!!) despite the fact he is goth & all.
Im feeling a surge of volubility coming out, i better stop myself before I go any further.
& i end with my all-time favourite piece frm Willy:
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.
Lovely right? (:
Dangidy-dang, I've come to a realisation that I alw feel extremely angmoh everytime I finished a Literature exam. Fooh.
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