Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Sonnet 43

"When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, 
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed."  -Shakespeare #43

Well... I've had better ones!
"Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, 
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!"  -Shakespeare #43

But I loathe self-pity.  So here are the highlights...
"How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made 
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!"  -Shakespeare #43

On the drive to the university through the desert, we passed over a dry river wadi with about fifty black camels and a shepherd wrapped in scarves and rags on a donkey.  He was just a boy.  Later in class, this portly weeble of a student named Sultan stood up too quickly and his belt exploded.  I've no idea where it went.  I tried not to laugh, but the class erupted... I hid my face behind a book.  I spent the night alone on the rooftop watching the white clouds pass by a quarter moon.  
"All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."  -Shakespeare #43


I told no one.  Kept it a secret all day.  I miss my girls.  If you looked up this sonnet hoping to find Lizzie Barrett Browning's Let Me Count The Ways ... tough luck!

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