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Sarcophagic sonnet

5 February, 2005
Posted in: Reading etc.

“I gaze upon thy paled face
Soon to be entombed in somnolence divine,
O that the knobbed fingers of Death did ever embrace thy soule
And caress thy beauteous form to nature!
I cannot strew thy grave with fragrant petals,
O my love.
For thou encoffin’d and embalmed
In satin shrouds are not to me beloved”

If you’re good, I’ll give you another verse next week. Or would you prefer a couple of lines from “I breathe Byron”?

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 05 February 2005 at 17:46

That’s very, ummm, sonnetty.

belgianwaffle

on 06 February 2005 at 20:26

ChaOtic, too much effort…
FT, um, yes.

poggle

on 07 February 2005 at 16:21

I especially like the ‘knobbed fingers of death’.
And ‘thy paled face’- oooh – new word!
The sentiment is wonderful – ‘I don’t love you now you’re dead’.
More, please.

belgianwaffle

on 12 February 2005 at 15:42

Well, we’ll see…

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