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!

Sonnet CLV

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.



  1. Currently three comments are missing from the replies to the T S Eliot post (immediately below this). There is nothing I can do about it, as far as I'm aware.
    I think I can only wait for the gremlins to go away.

  2. Clever - you have even got the rhyme into it. Seems to me that this could get addictive.

  3. getting really good at this well done

  4. Thank you
    Art Sparker
    and John MacDonald,
    It's a mystery where all your lovely comments have got to. Perhaps there's a black hole in the Bloggerverse?
    I'm mystified. My blog settings seem to be as normal.
    Perhaps I should run a virus check?

  5. Hi all, I ran some computer checks and delted one or two potential problems. All OK now.

  6. Oh my, oh my.
    that I should think
    and write so wry.

    well done.

  7. Diane, Thanks for the kind words.


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