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We Sleep No More!

Music's Sonnet The Shakespearean Sonnet ( I really just did this for fun)

Your breath the freedom, a winged bird's flight;
My lungs feast on sweetest ambrosia's tongue.
Lest the world crumble tomorrow in plight,
Leaving mortal heart and soul thrown askew.

Even as the shadows fall o'er the lands
And every fowl spiralingly dives, wings clipp'd,
Angelic thoughts sinking in death's dire sand,
Fragrant chords shall yet from sweet lips be sipp'd.

Yet your eternal song shall ring in ears
Forever reaching the seeker's stilled bosom,
Forever spinning the music of spheres
Even as moving to total rest succumb.

Bedlam would not end such imbibing beauty.
No end dares take such a dauntless duty.

© JJB
Doodle Pad Musings
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Comment by Joni on August 3, 2009 at 10:37pm
Hi Ralph,

Thanks... My first love was English. I don't know why I had to prove anything by digging into mathematics. Even from 1st Grade I got along with my English/Literature teachers. The Grammar school English teachers I had were always giving me books!

Thanks for your complement. That is a beautiful verse...

Happiness to you,
Joni
Comment by Ralph Prospero ° OVerseer on July 30, 2009 at 8:38pm
Joni - I like it!! You've got a good ear for language and Shakespeare.

My best man and I were both English majors, and he wanted to read Shakespeare's sonnet # 116 at our wedding.
(Imagine Jean-Luc Picard reading this. I always hear it in his voice)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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