Prolly.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXXVIII)
Those Sonnets From The Portuguese culled thence
From lo, a pure heart set on fire t'avail
His love who ransomed her from Death to scale
The heights of heavn on earth, I've read til hence--?
Forgotten like some reject none would sense
But with keen scorn for sins I in betrayl
Do not know I've committed--which detail
Could buy my ransom likeas hers, fr'intents?
Thieves, scoundrels have deceived me in vain tour
Of better than this thought of Hell we to
Effect think that we know on earth, til fer
All that I make "naive" look false. None woo
Save to steal parts of me. Dear hope is poor.
Love is a jew'l I'm not good 'nough for too.
28Nov18b
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Prolly.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXXVIII)
Those Sonnets From The Portuguese culled thence
From lo, a pure heart set on fire t'avail
His love who ransomed her from Death to scale
The heights of heavn on earth, I've read til hence--?
Forgotten like some reject none would sense
But with keen scorn for sins I in betrayl
Do not know I've committed--which detail
Could buy my ransom likeas hers, fr'intents?
Thieves, scoundrels have deceived me in vain tour
Of better than this thought of Hell we to
Effect think that we know on earth, til fer
All that I make "naive" look false. None woo
Save to steal parts of me. Dear hope is poor.
Love is a jew'l I'm not good 'nough for too.
28Nov18b
Cuz after all, Robert Browning fell in love with Elizabeth Barrett cuz she was incurably sad. My sprite is forever gaily finding a reason none else can see, to caper about as if it's a blessing just to be alive and see another day. Kick me.
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