to Juliet with love...

aviva's picture

for Selekta

Iwe!!!!!!!!!!!! as you'd say. I can't get over this play!

"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"

"Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

"Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out."

"Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."

CAN YOU HANDLE?!!!!!!! I wish I could write like this. Man!


"...And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love til now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty 'til this night."

[To Juliet] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For sinners (hmm?) have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.


...Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from lips? o trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.



Tjedza's picture



out of my mind... back in 5 minutes.
i'm not afraid of death, i just dont wanna be there when it happens.