Hey! There's poetry behind that woodshed: Untitled Sonnet

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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Untitled Sonnet

For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men. How many lambs might the stern wolf betray, How careful was I when I took my way, Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, these rebel powers that thee array Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, At my abuses reckon up their own: Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. How like Eves apple doth thy beauty grow, The vacant leaves thy minds imprint... Sign in to see full entry.

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