Beginning
of Fall Break! Most of the leaves are
changing to peak colors now J and I’m reading sonnet 26 today:
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XXVI
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show
it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow
it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love
thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou
mayst prove me.
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Okay, I’m
calling the then at the beginning of
the closing couplet the volta. There’s more
to the sonnet than that, but I must get on the highway now (to pick up my
daughter J). More tomorrow—
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