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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
…The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
From one of Shakespeare’s most famous passages…
Chris, I’ve seen you in plenty of different moods, but never romantic. Are you in love?
There has been a special lady in my life recently…thanks for asking…and I’m happy to tap into that Romeo and Juliet thing, the young lovers against all odds…
Then again, there was an element of tragedy in the play if I recall…best to chalk up the whole narrative arc to the dramatists’ craft.
I was also thinking of why that language and those lines have lasted so many centuries and how a well-made thing keeps expressing a state so central to our lives.