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And now, for the ninth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:
OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock's books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don't like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today's poem is a return to the classics with William Shakespeare:
- O is it not with me as with that Muse
- Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
- Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
- And every fair with his fair doth rehearse;
- Making a couplement of proud compare
- With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
- With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
- That heaven's airs in this huge rondure hems.
- O let me, true in love, but truly write,
- And then believe me, my love is as fair
- As any mother's child, though not so bright
- As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
- Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
- I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
I've you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It's never too late to join the discussion.