Sunday, May 30

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 107
















Alas, ‘tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offenses of affections new,
Most true it is that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end;
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confined.
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best;
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast

2 comments:

aracelita said...

Thanks for the shakespeare sonnet... I am a hobby writer and a passionate reader, havent read shakespeare in a long time.. and now im motivated to go out and get some books of him... =)

Katayoun said...

Dear Aracelita:

Shakespeare's sonnets are timeless; his language is refreshingly calculated and his style is simply refined.

I am glad the sonnet had "motivated" you. A poem has no other business but inviting inspiration into the heart of the hearer.