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NHB 210 - Sonnet Exploder (#113)

14 min · 12 de sep de 2019
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Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #113. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch: Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.Incapable of more, replete with you,My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com [noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com] patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

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Portada del episodio NHB 210 - Sonnet Exploder (#113)

NHB 210 - Sonnet Exploder (#113)

Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #113. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch: Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.Incapable of more, replete with you,My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue. www.noholdsbard.com noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com [noholdsbardpodcast@gmail.com] patreon.com/NoHoldsBard @NoHoldsBardCast facebook.com/NoHoldsBardCast   Kevin Condardo c/o No Holds Bard P.O. Box 170004 Brooklyn, NY 11217

12 de sep de 201914 min