<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet Cycle to M C after W S Sonnets CXXXI - CXXXIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet Cycle to M C after William Shakespeare Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[c] Jonathan Robin </div><div style="margin:10px 0">CARE IS OUR DREAM </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet Cycle after William Shakespeare: Part II<br>Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art so tyrannous, so as thou art, <br>As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; <br>For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart<br>Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.<br>Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold, <br>Thy face hath not the power to make love groan; <br>To say they err I dare not be so bold, <br>Although I swear it to myself alone.<br>And to be sure that is not false, I swear, <br>A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face, <br>One on another's neck, do witness bear<br>Thy black is fairest in my judgement's place.<br>In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds, <br>And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXI<br>Swift in succession fleet speed thoughts when I<br>Allow time to rhyme contemplating smile.<br>Nefertiti resignèdly would cry<br>Grieving 'Quits' obliged to reconcile<br>To defeat, a feat none else dare try. <br>Outer skin and inner heart worthwhile <br>Most naturally ally I testify, <br>Adopt love’s truth to heart, scorn art and style.<br>Millions shudder – to your rank unworthy -<br>Aware all their priorities weigh zilch, <br>Understatements glib by small minds scurvy, <br>Deprived of value still your fame they’d filch.<br>Enshadowed, dark, stark dead their teeming dreams<br>Compelled to spell fell shutters, failing themes.<br> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, <br>Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, <br>Have put on black and ivory mourner she, <br>Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.<br>And truly not the morning sun of heaven<br>Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, <br>Nor that full star that ushers in the even, <br>Doth half that glory to the sober west, <br>As those two mourning eyes become thy face: <br>O! let it then as well beseem thy heart<br>To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, <br>And suit thy pity like in every part.<br>Then will I swear beauty herself is black, <br>And all they foul that thy complexion lack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sonnet CXXXII<br>Soft eyes I worship, may yours pity me, <br>Although tormenting through torn heart's disdain, <br>Neglecting one who weeps, - deep mourning see, -<br>Grieving, keeping track of black wracked pain.<br>The East’s dawn sun no tithe has of your glory<br>Oft surpassing sunburst’s jealous blush, <br>Morning star's unequal to your story -<br>As all aver, - West's claim to fame must hush.<br>Mourning sun’s eclipsed by rising star<br>Aphrodite, Venus, put to shame, <br>Unequivocally eclipsed by power: <br>Dual beams stream, flooding out all blame. <br>Elder Time meets peer, stopped in its track, <br>Compared, no star can fail to fail, worth lack, <br> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan<br>For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! <br>Is't not enough to torture me alone, <br>But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? <br>Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, <br>And my next self thou harder hast engross'd: <br>Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken; <br>A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.<br>Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, <br>But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail; <br>Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; <br>Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail: <br>And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, <br>Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXIII<br>Stolen from myself, in jail I lie, <br>Ail, tenfold tortured, wounded to the quick, <br>Now would tormented heart for bail apply, <br>Grave wounded slave, lost freedom, soul too sick.<br>Though many seek respect, to few 'tis due, <br>On this I dwell, who, puppet on a string, <br>Myself no longer know, owe all to you, <br>As prisoner here I suffer triple sting.<br>My heart’s in jail entrusted to your charge <br>Applied for bail, but locked prefers to stay, <br>Unshackled, handcuffed, I’d not stray, at large, <br>Define as liberation dungeon grey. <br>Emotion’s motions ribcage rage heart’s gaol, <br>Call world as witness, all mine’s yours sans fail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So have I now confessed that he is thine, <br>And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, <br>Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine<br>Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: <br>But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, <br>For thou art covetous and he is kind; <br>He learned but surety-like to write for me, <br>Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.<br>The statue of thy beauty thou wilt take, <br>Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use, <br>And sue a friend came debtor for my sake; <br>So him I lose through my unkind abuse.<br>Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me: <br>He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXIV<br>Servant to you stays Cupid I’ll admit, <br>And I to both am mortgaged to the hilt, <br>Now sacrifice of one to t’other wilt<br>Grant respite to most others bit by bit.<br>To me however both in heart sit, fit<br>One spirit, hat to wear till oceans silt<br>Must it by time and in time filled while wilt<br>Abysmal all ignorant of your writ. <br>Medused is stone which, through your beauty, moves: <br>A role-reversal signal signal sent <br>Unbalancing all preconceptions’ grooves, <br>Debtors contribute fresh credit lent.<br>Exit Cupid, in fee I’d still stay free, <br>Claim from sensations sweet heart’s symphony. <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will, '<br>And 'Will! to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus; <br>More than enough am I that vexed thee still, <br>To thy sweet will making addition thus.<br>Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, <br>Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? <br>Shall will in others seem right gracious, <br>And in my will no faire acceptance shine? <br>The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, <br>And in abundance addeth to his store; <br>So thou, being rich in 'Will' add to thy 'Will'<br>One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more.<br>Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill; <br>Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will'; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXV<br>Sweet fair my will will hold, so fare you well<br>As, willing, I am overwhelmed to boot, <br>Nor once compute that I could e’er reboot, <br>Guess template less than perfect in its spell.<br>Thus wilful soul to one sole seeks to tell<br>One telling secret Intel can’t dispute<br>Meagre welcome at your hands can’t suit<br>Accepting not, rejecting knot as well.<br>Melting ice from global warming add<br>Abundant rain to ocean water store, <br>Use thus these words to make yourself more glad, <br>Draw from their corps to reinforce your core.<br>Expel none who to port of call would venture, <br>Case pleading, one [f]or [f]all a_void all censure.<br> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will, '<br>And 'Will! to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus; <br>More than enough am I that vexed thee still, <br>To thy sweet will making addition thus.<br>Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, <br>Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? <br>Shall will in others seem right gracious, <br>And in my will no faire acceptance shine? <br>The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, <br>And in abundance addeth to his store; <br>So thou, being rich in 'Will' add to thy 'Will'<br>One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more.<br>Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill; <br>Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will'; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXV BIS<br>Some find, in seeking, pleasure undefined, <br>And, finding, founder, treasured hopes unfound, <br>Nor do they measure pleasure, often bind<br>Gangrene into warp and weft unsound.<br>Terrifying the distress assigned<br>Once vain, hellbound, found echoes hope would sound.<br>Meagre treasure, pleasure’s s[h]own haste fined <br>Asserting admiration on rebound.<br>My loyalty needs no deed legal signed, <br>A paper pledge: one soul heart, head [t]win-bound.<br>Unswerving fealty, intense and kind, <br>Deep trust bestows, deserves to break new ground.<br>Entoning 'An die Freude' celebrate, <br>Contest my mettle not, nor nettle merit great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thy soul check thee that I come so near, <br>Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', <br>And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; <br>Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.<br>'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love, <br>Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.<br>In things of great receipt with ease we prove<br>Among a number one is reckoned none: <br>Then in the number let me pass untold, <br>Though in thy stores' account I one must be; <br>For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold<br>That nothing me, a something sweet to thee: <br>Make but my name thy love, and love that still, <br>And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sonnet CXXXVI<br>Severed from all but vocal echo, I <br>Attempt to build me chateaux in the air.<br>Now should the castles tall fall from the sky, <br>Great sorrow, woe tsunami, would despair.<br>Too many risks with one, myself, I take, <br>Open doors, where walls stood in the past, <br>Miserable the grief should heart mistake -<br>Appreciate ill stakes of soul outcast.<br>Many seek attention, body, mind, <br>Admit are your’s to order and command, <br>Unnoticed though I be, don’t leave behind<br>Dreams which, when near to you, are dearly fanned.<br>Emphatically adored – this should suffice: <br>Can one ask more for love outpoured scores twice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, <br>That they behold, and see not what they see? <br>They know what beauty is, see where it lies, <br>Yet what the best is take the worst to be.<br>If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, <br>Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, <br>Why of eyes' falsehood has thou forgèd hooks, <br>Whereto the judgement of my heart is tied? <br>Why should my heart think that a several plot<br>Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? <br>Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, <br>To put fair truth upon so foul a face? <br>In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, <br>And to this false plague are they now transferred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sonnet CXXXVII<br>Sweet Cupid, what's this trick played on my eyes? <br>Apart from One none may they recognise! <br>Nations rise and fall, but Beauty's thrall<br>Gainst doubt holds out, throughout flouts, routs Time's squall. <br>This inclination energy supplies, -<br>One moment burns, then freezes lover's sighs, <br>My breast can’t quit, nor pant leave rest withal, -<br>As even dreams, it seems, with love play ball.<br>My bonds, restrictions ease, don't tease, heed cries, <br>Alas free me forthwith, don’t improvise, <br>Unjustifiably let aims’ flames fall, <br>Despondent shadows mocking heartfelt thrall.<br>Eyes twain when hearts explain, remove false fog, <br>Construe need’s plague, Life’s wheel, and I small cog.<br> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my love swears that she is made of truth, <br>I do believe her, though I know she lies, <br>That she might think me some untutored youth, <br>Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.<br>Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, <br>Although she knows my days are past the best, <br>Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: <br>On both sides thus is simple truth supprest.<br>But wherefore says she not she is unjust? <br>And wherefore say not I that I am old? <br>O! love's best habit is in seeming trust, <br>And age in love loves not to have years told: <br>Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, <br>And in our faults by lies we flattered be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet CXXXVIII<br>Should she swear she be one with Time and Truth, <br>Although she lies each vowel I’ll believe.<br>No matter if, naïve, at heart a youth, <br>Greet I with grief’s relief each web she’d weave.<br>Testifying to her spell I've shed<br>Old age - long years which wrinkled ring by ring, <br>Mixed silver thread to gold turns back, the head<br>A tune enchanted sings - spells none else bring.<br>My answer crystal clear appears, heart burns: <br>Although, in love, age hates have years told, <br>Unjust discrepancy – Time ne’er returns -<br>Denied seem karmic wheels new act unfold.<br>E’er I’d in her identify shared tie, <br>Convinced my faults in vaults forgotten lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! call not me to justify the wrong<br>That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; <br>Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue: <br>Use power with power, and slay me not by art.<br>Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight, <br>Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: <br>What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might<br>Is more than my o'erpressed defence can hide? <br>Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows<br>Her pretty looks have been my enemies; <br>And therefore from my face she turns my foes, <br>That they elsewhere might dart their injuries: <br>Yet do not so; but since I am near slain, <br>Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sonnet CXXXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say love is owed another if you can, <br>Abjuring love which might be ever shared, <br>No love like mine could shine which, unprepared, <br>Gears up the very fires they privy fan.<br>Tell love elsewhere is sought, not in my sight, <br>O call not me to justify that wrong, <br>Might you so do with cunning or with might, <br>As true heart feels not wounds of steel or tongue.<br>Mistress, Love's an open book, you know<br>Amor omnia vincit, foes defeats, <br>Unthreads threats where chance glance turns friend to foe, <br>Dart turns attention, saves from harm, deceits. <br>Execute or heal, just one word might <br>Convict or free: release? seal, sink from sight?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425994" data-title="Sonnet Cycle to M C after W S Sonnets CXXXI - CXXXIX de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Sonnet Cycle to M C after William Shakespeare Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV [c] Jonathan Robin CARE IS OUR DREAM Sonnet Cycle after William Shakespeare: Part II Sonnets CXXXI - CLIV Shakespeare Sonnet CXXXI Thou art so tyrannous, so as thou art, As..."></div> </div> </div>

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