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Sunday, February 05, 2006

Sonnetsday

It is only proper to start the first Sonnetsday with the Swan of Avon:
 

Sonnet XXIII

S an unperfect actor on the stage
    Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
    Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharg’d with burden of mine own love’s might.
O! let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
      O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
      To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
 

W.S.


 

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