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Poetry meme

Thanks, tricksterquinn!

Sonnet 29, William Shakespeare

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 possessed,
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 remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


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Jan. 19th, 2006 01:37 pm (UTC)
You are a gloom bunny with fuzzy black ears. *pets*

And yes, a lovely poem.
Jan. 19th, 2006 01:58 pm (UTC)
Slightly gloom bunny, I suppose. More now, actually - at the time I posted it, merely reflective. Now I'm gloomy.

But I really like the poem, actually. Whenever I read it, I remember the episode of Beauty and the Beast, where Vincent was reading it aloud. Makes me sort of happy, in a gloom bunny sorta way!
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:45 pm (UTC)
Apropos of nothing in particular, I think I have the beater attachments to your electric mixer -- did you bring an electric mixer with you? They were in the dishwasher, and I do not recognize them. If they are yours, do you need them? Should I mail them to you, or do you just want to get them next time you're up?

The cheesecake was delicious, btw.
Jan. 19th, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC)
Since I think I left the mixer, too, I'll just get them the next time.

Glad you enjoyed the cheesecake!
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