In These Times . . . Love

It is not an easy time now. The challenges we face often overcome us. But when we can, let every day include love, and poetry. Wishing each of you a safe and healthy journey that will see the end of this. Shakespeare reminds us that of ‘sweet love’s wealth.’

 

Sonnet 29:

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

(Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.