SONNET 18/2
by Patrick T. Reardon
Shall I compare thee?
Thou art more lovely.
Rough winds do shake
And summer’s lease hath
Sometime too hot the eye.
And often is his gold
And every fair from fair,
By chance or nature
But thy eternal summer.
Nor lose possession.
Nor shall Death brag
When in eternal lines.
So long as men can,
So long lives this.
AUTHOR’S NOTE ABOUT HIS CREATIVE PROCESS: Is there a poem, maybe half-good, in half of a great sonnet?
IMAGE: “William Shakespeare,” watercolor portrait by Fabrizio Cassetta. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Patrick T. Reardon is the author of the recently published Catholic and Starting Out, available from actapublications. Visit him at patricktreardon.com.
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