12 May 2017

The green of May

When walking through the park yesterday afternoon in this suddenly fine weather, seeing the explosion of greens around me, smelling suddenly the air of spring, feeling the sun caressing my skin, those wonderful eternal lines of Shakespeare sprung to my mind:

„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 wander'st 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.“

William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII


5.9 x 5.9 inch / Oil on MDF board / 15cm x 15cm / Öl auf MDF Bord

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