Pop Sonnets: Shakespearean Spins on Your Favourite Songs. Erik Didriksen

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СКАЧАТЬ steel’d;

      thy spirit’s overtaken all my fears.

      To Father Time our love will never yield;

      it shall remain unshaken o’er the years.

      Although thy image fades at th’ break of dawn,

      my heart, with thee inside, will e’er go on.

       Celine Dion, ‘My Heart Will Go On’

      An action imperceptible to most

      doth rend my heart when thou dost it perform;

      while I am pain’d to look, I’m still engross’d –

      and while my heart is broken, so it’s warm’d.

      Thou knowèst not the suff’ring I’ve endured,

      the fruitless struggle to forget thy face –

      but I shall e’er remember, I’m assured,

      so long as thou repeat’st that tiny grace.

      If I cannot escape thy minute charms,

      I’ll win thy love and bring thee endless bliss;

      I long to hold thee tightly in my arms

      and bring thee happiness with ev’ry kiss.

      The love I hold for thee shall ne’er be lost

      so long as thou shalt do that thing thou dost.

       The Wonders, ‘That Thing You Do!’

      My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the stars;

      they’ve brighter shine than all those overhead.

      Her hair’s cascade her visage never mars

      but effortlessly frames her face instead.

      And yet, if I should tell her what I see –

      that she hath been by Aphrodite bless’d –

      she’d quietly demur and disagree

      and I shall with these words sincere protest:

      ‘When I observe thy countenance’s grace,

      I see no fault – no flaw one might repair;

      and when a smile doth blossom ’cross thy face,

      the world takes heed and stops to fondly stare.

      No words could e’er sufficiently impart

      all thy perfection, just the way thou art.’

       Bruno Mars, ‘Just the Way You Are’

      I feel I’ve been for ages long interr’d,

      companionless a hundred years or more;

      and though thy sly advances interest stirr’d,

      that dost not my return’d desire ensure.

      I shan’t engage thy passions straight away,

      although my body yearns for thine embrace;

      my heart hath temper’d its impulsive ways

      and settled me to take a slower pace.

      I’ll grant thy wish, if thou dost demonstrate

      thy valour and make thy impression well.

      I may thy hungers prurient well-sate

      if in reciprocation thou’st excel.

      I am a genie in this lamp confined;

      release me if thy heart is so inclined.

       Christina Aguilera, ‘Genie in a Bottle’

      I shall not care if ev’ry single week

      begins with Monday wrapp’d in dismal blue

      with Tuesday trailing after, looking bleak

      in ashen gray, completely without hue.

      On Wednesday morns, the gloomy break of dawn

      may hoist the forlorn flag and follow suit.

      Though Thursday wilt for too long linger on,

      I’ll lie in wait for what’s in hot pursuit.

      How Saturday turns briskly into night!

      The Sabbath time will far too quickly race

      through ev’ry moment bringing me delight

      within my dear beloved’s fond embrace.

      As th’ weekend starts, I thank the Lord above:

      ’tis Friday now, and truly I’m in love.

       The Cure, ‘Friday I’m in Love’

      Throughout my body, I feel sudden chills

      but they spring not from newly fallen snow;

      instead, they stem from each romantic thrill

      that being in thy presence doth bestow.

      I must the call for self-improvement heed;

      to be a better man I’ll swiftly learn,

      for I must be the one to meet thy needs –

      the lord for whom my lady’s soul doth yearn.

      And so, if I thy tender heart have warm’d

      and made myself the one thou hast ador’d,

      I’ll prove I have my character transform’d

      and evermore thy faith in me reward.

      There are no further words I’ll e’er require:

      my dear, thou art the one I do desire.

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