#992425 added September 5, 2020 at 7:15am Restrictions: None
Shake Your Groovy Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
Whenyellow leaves , or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare, ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang
Forgive me. I was just testing out what Shakespeare would look like with some ML thrown in. This is one of my favorite sonnets, Sonnet 73. I love how the words always create a picture in my mind , especially these first lines that describe the aging process in terms of seasons, putting the colors, the feeling and even the silent abandonment of the trees into his verse. Shakespeare didn’t have ML, he had to use words. But doesn’t it look pretty now?
Here’s another good bit,from Hamlet. It's one heck of a play, let me tell you.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest…
You know, this is a lot of work. I think I will just stick to words.
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