Artwork: Shakespeare psychedelia by @akajimmyc
It's Shakespeare's birthday and 400 years since his death.
My way to celebrate is to turn to Shakespeare's words, which truly immortalise him. Here is my favourite sonnet, which I was strangely reminded about the other night when watching Jim Jarmusch's wonderful vampire film, Only Lovers Left Alive. Jarmusch sneakily attributes this sonnet to Christopher Marlowe—a vampire played by John Hurt (alluding to the debate about whether Shakespeare was actually Marlowe).
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when alterations finds
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be
taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(source: William Shakespeare: Complete Works, RSC, edited by Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen, 2007)