Oh, Juliet, A Photograph of Portugal

What memories this revives for me.

One Street Shy

“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.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Oh, that she knew she were!”
– William Shakespeare

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3 thoughts on “Oh, Juliet, A Photograph of Portugal

  1. “She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
    Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
    I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks.
    Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
    Having some business, do entreat her eyes
    To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
    What if her eyes were there, they in her head?”

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