Today is the presumed birthday of William Shakespeare, born 444 years ago on April 23, 1564. (Oh, I know that’s not a picture of William Shakespeare, it’s Joseph Fiennes playing young Will in “Shakespeare in Love.” Don’t be so picky — just feast your eyes!)
And what a treat today to listen to the Writer’s Almanac, and hear Garrison Keillor reading the poem below. Enjoy!
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April pérfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
— William Shakespeare