Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Writing Game - Shakespeare's Sonnet 18

Wordle: Sonnet 18

Louise & Michelle
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3 comments:

  1. LasseSeptember 17, 2009 at 9:45 PM

    Perhaps you would want to post the poem in the regular form?

    Lili and I wrote the following poem

    Shall he think of her as the sun?
    Thought she is hot and sweet
    It storms
    It storms

    (wordle version can be viewed here: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1140584/Sonet_18)

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  2. BentSeptember 18, 2009 at 1:11 PM

    Bravo - great idea to wordle the re-write, but I agree with Lasse that we also want the prose version posted...

    Make sure, everybody, to click on the Wordle image to see the full sized image in all its glory.

    Thanks also to Lili and Lasse for their b&w wordle!

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  3. MichelleJanuary 12, 2010 at 2:50 PM

    Al right, here is the prose version:

    I look at my fair love, and find it hard to see what might be as fair as her. I walk in a field of blooms, all each rare and bright. The rays of the sun shine like gold. Its warm touch makes me think of her. To choose from all the rays of gold can not be done. The first, the next, all are not as rare as her. The rose, red as her lips but not the true shade. Her lips can not be matched. The feel, the touch.

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