While it lasts :)

Here’s a sobering thought:  At this time on Monday, I’ll be up to my eyeballs in classes again.  But at this time today, I’m reading sonnet 39  J

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XXXIX

  O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,

  When thou art all the better part of me?

  What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?

  And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?

  Even for this, let us divided live,

  And our dear love lose name of single one,

  That by this separation I may give

  That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.

  O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,

  Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,

  To entertain the time with thoughts of love,

  Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,

    And that thou teachest how to make one twain,

    By praising him here who doth hence remain.

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Mood rollercoaster:  vocative, interrogative x 3, indicative, vocative, subjunctive—the power of non-falsifiable speech  J—and that and that closing couplet!  I’m inclined to call the comma at the end of line 13 the volta (line 13’s a riddle, and line 14 is its resolution) (another candidate would be the not in line 10).  Another sonnet this afternoon/evening/night.