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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Sonnetsday 31



LXXVI.

IHY is my verse so barren of new pride,
     So far from variation or quick change?
  Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
      For as the sun is daily new and old,
      So is my love still telling what is told.

W.S.


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2 Comments:

Blogger SzélsőFa said...

I love how he successfully tries to manage to speak about the unspeakable. The thing that always changes to remain the same. This Old English is a bit hard to read for me, but I enjoy it nevertheless.

January 29, 2007 2:10 AM  
Blogger Anniina said...

Yeah, Shakespeare is great because you can feel what he's trying to get at... and the older English becomes easier the more you read it... it starts unlocking itself. I love no writer better.

January 29, 2007 4:31 AM  

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