Thursday, November 17, 2011

Guest Blog: Bill Shakespeare

Decided to let somebody else write for me today. Here's Bill Shakespeare with a Sonnet, he calls it Sonnet 27.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd,
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd;
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

Excelsior!

2 comments:

Sarah Allen said...

Mmmm :) Can't go wrong with ol' Bill. My favorite is 150. "My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun..."

Sarah Allen
(my creative writing blog)

IsaiahC said...

Sarah, I love 150 too. My favorite, though, is 60. Maybe it's because of my ever-advancing age. "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end."