The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/29/10

[BlueIris]

"Sonnet 45"

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.

--William Shakespeare

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

I'm so glad I spotted you today!

It has been way too long since you've had one of these, and I'm glad to see you return...

This sonnet by Shakespeare is not one I'm familiar with, but it's lovely.

Really melancholy, but very sweet...

Thank you...

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah, I'm exploring the sonnets I'm not as familiar with.

So the Lounge has to suffer with me!

I'm going to try to find some non-Shakespeare Elizabethan writing the Lounge might like. Could get interesting.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

3. nice

thanks.

:donut: