#sonnet xv

[twostarsinonesphere]

and all in war with time for love of you;

as he takes from you, i engraft you new.

~ shakespeare, sonnet xv

with a personal photograph of my living room

[spidergoatduex]

When I consider everything that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky,

Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,

And wear their brave state out of memory;

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay

To change your day of youth to sullied night;

And all in war with Time for love of you,

As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

[aboutbirds]

XV

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we two look two ways, and cannot shine With the same sunlight on our brow and hair. On me thou lookest with no doubting care, As on a bee shut in a crystalline; Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love’s divine, And to spread wing and fly in the outer air Were most impossible failure, if I strove To fail so. But I look on thee — on thee — Beholding, besides love, the end of love, Hearing oblivion beyond memory; As one who sits and gazes from above, Over the rivers to the bitter sea.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Sonnets from the Portuguese

[parallel-limbs]

In Joe Brainard's collage its white arrow he is not in it, the hungry dead doctor. Or Marilyn Monroe, her white teeth white-- I am truly horribly upset because Marilyn and ate King Korn popcorn," he wrote in his of glass in Joe Brainard's collage Doctor, but they say "I LOVE YOU" and the sonnet is not dead. takes the eyes away from the gray words, Diary. The black heart beside the fifteen pieces Monroe died, so I went to a matinee B-movie washed by Joe's throbbing hands. "Today What is in it is sixteen ripped pictures does not point to William Carlos Williams.

Ted Berrigan, "Sonnet XV"

[sanstoitniloi]

Sonnet XV of Amoretti, Edmund Spenser

[youmightfindmeanyway]

Sonnet XV

Ye tradefull Merchants, that with weary toyle,

do seeke most pretious things to make your gain;

and both the Indias of their treasures spoile,

what needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine?

For loe my love doth in her selfe containe

all this worlds riches that may farre be found,

if Saphyres, loe her eies be Saphyres plaine,

if Rubies, loe hir lips be Rubies sound:

if Pearles, hir teeth be pearles both pure and round;

if Yvorie, her forhead yvory weene;

if Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;

if silver, her faire hands are silver sheene.

But that which fairest is, but few behold,

her mind adornd with vertues manifold.

Amoretti - Edmund Spenser

[nastradinxogja]

But that which fairest is, but few behold, Her mind, adorned with virtues manifold.

Edmund Spenser, Sonnet XV