eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,
eglantine_br
eglantine_br

I suppose there is a deeper meaning- but why look?

Sonnet 151 guys, another one they cannot teach in school-- Mr Bowlder must have just crossed this whole one off the list!

The Georgian Navy, and the early modern poets-- seeing the word with penis tinted glasses! (There is an image to make you spit-take your tea!)

Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love—flesh stays no father reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize—proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call
  Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.
Tags: very silly, writing about writing instead of writing
Subscribe

  • (no subject)

    The great bell began, not far, a deep baw baw, it was more than a sound, but something that came up through the soles of her feet. And now half a…

  • Your Dearest Lives

    Your Dearest Lives Kyd/Kit Word Count 600 Your Dearest Lives My corrections to Amleth were nearly done. My back ached and my eyes burned.…

  • The earth rolled all the way around, and here we are.

    Hello. Just me today, no fiction right now. Thinking of you all, and how close I feel to people I have never met. What is meeting in person really?…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 2 comments