Thursday, April 24, 2014

National Poetry Month: Willie Shax

Yesterday, my dear indefatigable boozers, was the birthday of our darling William Shakespeare.  I forgot about it, but here is a sonnet for today to make up for it.


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, 
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle's compass come; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
~Sonnet 116

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