William Shakepeare [sonnet 116][1] Poem by Kees Kees
William Shakepeare [sonnet 116][1]
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,madness,sea,sonnet
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