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    Sonnet #17

    XVII.

    Who will believe my verse in time to come,
    If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
    Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
    Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
    If I could write the beauty of your eyes
    And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
    The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
    Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
    So should my papers yellow'd with their age
    Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
    And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
    And stretched metre of an antique song:
    But were some child of yours alive that time,
    You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.

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    Fascinating...it says a lot about the nature and purpose of poetry.
    There's a certain dichotomy to this poem, it brings into question whether it is the subject of the writing or the writing itself that reflects the other.
    What makes the poem-the poet or or the muse?

    I love "old men of less truth than tongue". Plenty of young men, and women, of less truth than tongue out there,too.
    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    This is one of the 'have kiddies' sonnets

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    In the above sonnet the poet modestly confesses the inability of a man to withhold the heavenly beauty in an ordinary realm of his conception of beauty. The heaven knows that no matter how sincerely a man tries to unfurl the mysteries of beauty, certain folds will remain unfolded forever, and the yellowed pages of his literature will go down into the annals of human existence as poetic lie.

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    that great . thank you

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