Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Shakespeare's new sonnet: CLV
Today as part of the poetry from beyond the grave series Poet-in-Residence presents a new sonnet from the Bard of Avon's restless quill.
The fourteen lines of verse were culled from fourteen different sonnets. Here they have been assembled to produce a new WS sonnet.
At Poet-in-Residence: Poetry to the edge of doom!
Lo in the orient when the gracious light
And my sick muse doth give an other place,
After my death, dear love, forget me quite,
Shall reign no dull flesh in his fiery race,
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Be absent from my walks, and in my tongue
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song
Now proud as an enjoyner, and anon.