Sonet 130. En af de sonetter man faktisk kan finde recitationer af, der ikke er amerikanske eller australske. Plus at det virker relevant med Alan Rickman i det her indlæg, så man kan sammenligne med parodien i sidste indlæg.
Jeg faldt tilfældigvis over en fortolkning af Tom Hiddleston, da jeg søgte efter Rickman, og jeg kan faktisk bedre lide den på trods af at det er Rickman der er kendt som voice actor, så den får I også.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Uddybende kommentarer her.
Allan Rickmans take:
Tom Hiddleston (lyder som om han er kraftigt inspireret af Richard Burton.)
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