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Sunday, August 13, 2006

Sonnetsday 21

Happy 31st Birthday, David!!
 

XXII.

Y glass shall not persuade me I am old,
         So long as youth and thou are of one date;
    But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
         Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
      Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
      Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.

W.S.


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4 Comments:

Blogger Katja said...

Elina Karjalainen, Uppo-Nallen äiti kuoli eilen, 79-vuotiaana. Pitääkin varmaan mennä ostamaan kaksosille myöhäissynttärilahjana yks Uppis-kirja, että seuraavakin sukupolvi tuntee Laulavan lintukoiran ja Uppiksen.

August 15, 2006 1:28 AM  
Blogger Anniina said...

En ollenkaan tuntenut Uppo-Nallea. Lintukoirakaan ei kuulosta tutulta. Voi voi.

August 15, 2006 5:29 AM  
Blogger Katja said...

Ajattelin vaan pelata varman päälle, kun oliko se Tove Janssonin kuolema, joka unohtui sulle kokonaan ilmoittaa... Mä kyllä oon lukenut Uppiksia pienenä.

August 15, 2006 11:42 PM  
Blogger Anniina said...

Tais olla Jansson, tai sit se oli Astrid Lindgren. Jompikumpi. Oli se suuri isku.

August 15, 2006 11:51 PM  

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