Monday, February 20, 2012

For Your Pleasure

Is there anything more delicious than Alan Rickman?  I think not. Enjoy his rendition of Sonnet 130....

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare. 

5 comments:

MaryC said...

My daughter wanted to watch Love, Actually over Christmas vacation so that's the image of Alan Rickman I've had in my mind. This is much more attractive. I think I could spend a long time listening to him reading aloud.

Gillian Layne said...

I never thought to check and see if he's narrated any books. Goodness, that would be wonderful!

Glynis said...

He has a rugged look about him, and his voice is quite sensual.

I love the cover in the previous post, by the way!

Gillian Layne said...

thanks, Glynis! :)

friv 4 said...

The write line is meaningful and real feelings.