THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS

My usual easy of flow of writing seems to have deserted me, temporarily, I hope; so I will offer a reminder of an incomparable writer, in the complex but lovely sonnet below.   (Of course I do not need to record that t he writer is William Shakespeare.)

Sonnet 116.

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 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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About adhocannie
I am a good natured woman with a long memory and a swift tongue. I like loooking at things and thinking about them. Also food, clothes, travel, reading, sewing. I try to see the ridiculous in things, but sobriety of reflection keeps edgting in. I have husband, children, grandchildren, friends... I feel rich in things that matter. I am a happy exile. I like writing. I do not like talking about me (though I do.). You willl be much more interesting.

One Response to THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS

  1. Sheena says:

    This sonnet always hits the spot.

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