Sonnets
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,
Featured 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.
posted by Some Guy at 6:57 PM
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Oh Will.
I love his sonnets. I have tried to woo lovers with his sonnets. I love the one you've quoted here. There are so many of them that move me tremendously. And the one that always makes me laugh is toward the end, the one about how he tries to behave himself, but every time his love walks by he gets an erection.
I'm assuming you know Pablo Neruda's love sonnets.
Hmmm. Sounds like an interesting sonnet by ol' Will. I would like to read it. I unfortunately haven't heard of Pablo...until now. I'll have to do some looking around!
SONNET 151
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
From Pablo Neruda 100 Love Sonnets
'Love Sonnet XI'
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
-- Pablo Neruda
Holy cow! That would melt anyone! The one from WS is quite humurous! I have yet to scratch the surface of poetry...unless you count Ogden Nash!
I think Pablo is my new hero!
Do yourself a favour. Buy a copy of the 100 Love Sonnets. Read them to your lover. Enjoy what happens. Trust me on this one. He had an amazing way of expressing love--and the one I've quoted is not even the best. I'll leave you to find your own favourites.
I will definitely do that. Thanks so much for broadening my horizons!
Sorry if I'm taking up too much room on your blog, but I love poetry. A great site is http://www.poets.org. You can do a search and find the most amazing stuff.
I will definitely check it out, and NO, you aren't taking up too much room on my blog. You're my only contributor!
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