Poets Loved: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, AndContinue reading “Poets Loved: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare”

You and I. A sonnet.

I am found: tears and fears and blind, wandering far from the font of my regrets. The nurtured pain in me enshrined, to forgive and finally to forget. The prisons in which we held ourselves have run their long and lowly courses; we languished apart within those hells, and now, together, walk without pause. TheseContinue reading “You and I. A sonnet.”