Friday, November 14, 2008


yesterday a twitter friend, littlebrownpen wrote a blog post about Shakespeare…
She quoted her favorite Shakespeare sonnet…and as I read it I was transported back to college, where I would read hours and hours of british literature and poetry, highlight, underline, scribble notes in margins and get goosebumps from the power of the pen. Lately I’ve done a crap job of staying in the books I love. I haven’t read a classic in over a year and I feel myself drying up from lack of poetry. So, today I requote sonnet 29 in effigy of my former life…a life of lots of time and words and desire for knowledge and romance and poetry...

Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.


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