Shakespeare, In Other Words

Many people are familiar with Shakespeare's 18th sonnet. Fewer know the poem by Howard Moss on the same theme. I think they're worth comparing.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Howard Moss (1922-1987)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Who says you’re like one of the dog days? You’re nicer. And better. Even in May, the weather can be gray, And a summer sub-let doesn’t last forever. Sometimes the sun’s too hot; Sometimes it is not. Who can stay young forever? People break their necks or just drop dead! But you? Never! If there’s just one condensed reader left Who can figure out the abridged alphabet, After you’re dead and gone, In this poem you’ll live on.