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Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
But mark the fate of faces;
The red and white works now no more on me
Than if it could not charm, or I not see.
And yet the face continues good,
And I have still desires,
Am still the selfsame flesh and blood,
As apt to melt
And suffer from those fires;
Oh some kind pow'r unriddle where it lies,
Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes?
She ev'ry day her man does kill,
And I as often die;
Neither her power then, nor my will
Can question'd be.
What is the mystery?
Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states,
Have certain periods set, and hidden fates.
Sir John Suckling
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Stacey James
(10/21/2008 2:27:00 PM) |
your poem is really good carry on with the perfect poems! ! !
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Marie Smith
(10/21/2007 6:19:00 AM) |
Falling out of love is more complex than just a surface attraction perhaps the poet has merely become bored with her obvious beauty and indeed there is nothing more interesting to captivate his wit, beneath her 'unchanged face' a challenge to Shakespeare whose love sonnets tend to relate death of love to passages of time and loss of aesthetic beauty thus his attempt to immortalise love's beauty in words
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Micah Ogberhie
(10/21/2006 12:11:00 PM) |
I like ur unusual style, a sort of ''inversion'' and ur use of ellipses which shows that u are a poet to d core, though ur poem is not a sonnet by its technical meaning but i suppose ur choice of theme is best understood 2 u...cheers!
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