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Postby marwood » Sun Sep 05, 2010 5:33 pm

From two rusting tin cans and a length of twine
We fashion a telephone, while I whisper
Sweet nothings, you whispered sonnets, Shakespeare
Takes that leap of faith and crosses the divide.

Sometimes the seeds of the poppy lie dormant,
Awakened when the wasteland is disturbed,
From a single full stop one can emerge,
Joining others in a fragile sanguine sea.

With many visitors from around the globe,
I walk through the avenue of twelve lime trees,
Under the dappled shade of the tilia
We enter the Holy Trinity Church.

These pilgrims approach the altar, not with
Hymn books, but copies of King Lear, Hamlet,
Macbeth: and I, with a book of sonnets,
Wondering, who, is truly worshipped here?
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen.
At Parnassus' foot
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Re: Faith

Postby steffen » Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:09 am

Sonnet 55

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this pow'rful
But you shall shine more bright in these
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with
sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire
shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still
find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
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