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-- Brad Delong

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Wrapping up the Octoberfest of weirdness.

Happy Hollowe'en!


Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art more lovely in thy pallid chill.
Rough winds shake bare limbs, but thine hold tight,
Ever rigid, rigorous, and still.

Sometimes too cold the evening sky-light glows,
Encircled in a whisp of winter cloud
That with the gray dawn sends the falling snows,
Blankets the earth with its white morning shroud:

But thy eternal winter shall unfold,
Never to thaw thy fast frigidity.
And rigor shall not lose the mortal hold
That binds thee in frozen rigidity.

Now once again I breathe on thy cold flesh,
And with thy pallid loveliness enmesh.


Kulkuri said...

The poem reminds me of life UP on the tundra.

Saw your comment on Gin&Tacos, came over to thank you for the trick to enlarge print on a website.

Jazzbumpa said...

You're welcome. Happy to be of service.

Thanks for stopping by.