The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/6/10

[BlueIris]

Sonnet 90

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

--William Shakespeare

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. so beautiful

truly. thanks. :)

[BlueIris]

2. One of my favorites. nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. Heartbreaking and wonderful...

Thank you.

[BlueIris]

4. Kisses, C-Peg. nt