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Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well, By oft predict that I in heaven find: But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

William Shakespeare

 Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

March 2016

(O wie begreif ich dich, weibliche Blüte am gleichen  unvergänglichen Strauch. Wie streu ich mich stark in die Nachtluft, 

die dich nächstens bestreift.)

(O how I comprehend you, feminine flower on the same Undying stalk. How strongly I scatter myself Into the night air that will soon reach you)

The background story and reference images for this sonnet painting on my blog.