Sonnet I by Sir John Suckling

<< prev. poem	Poems by Sir John Suckling: 11 / 15	next poem >>

<< prev. poem

Top500 Poems : 483 / 500

next poem >>

Sonnet I

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

Read poems about / on: beauty, fate, power, red, alone, time, heart, sonnet, work, fire

#483

in Top500

User Rating:

7.8 /10
(6 votes)

E-mail this poem to e friend

• Send this poem as eCard

• Add this poem to MyPoemList

• Print friendly version

Comments about this poem (Sonnet I by Sir John Suckling)

more comments >>

Click here to write your comments about this poem (Sonnet I by Sir John Suckling)

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

Archie Langford (10/21/2007 4:42:00 AM)
this is a sonnet and a half.

Read all 4 comments >>