April 2, 2009

• Someone Else’s Poem a Day

   

  Since April is National Poetry month, and since I am not much of a poet, I thought I would post someone else’s poem a day.  I will start out with my favorite poet, favorite style, and favorite poem.  Enjoy.

  

  CXVI

  Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  Admit impediments. Love is not love
  Which alters when it alteration finds,
  Or bends with the remover to remove:
  O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
  That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
  It is the star to every wandering bark,
  Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
  Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
  Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
  Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
  But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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