winter wonderful!!! how amazing is this scenic sonnet from santa-hatted greg, who is a local teacher and generally one of the coolest and nicest people we’ve ever met. for those of you watching in warmer climes, this is in fact about what it looks like around here — so thank you greg, for the beautiful reading in this very lovely setting, and for reminding us all that shakespeare is a man for any season.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
These rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.