for the Bard

April 23rd is widely agreed to be the birthday of Shakespeare.  There is also some speculation (romantically so) that it was also the day he died.  The influence of Shakespeare is vast and quite remarkable.  For today (this evening’s) poem, one of my favorite sonnets of his, #29.

Sonnet XXIX
by William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one  more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love rememb’red such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

– from The Sonnets – Poems of Love

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