Blogging on the run

Sonnet 56 before the highway:

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LVI

  Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

  Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

  Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,

  To-morrow sharpened in his former might:

  So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill

  Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,

  To-morrow see again, and do not kill

  The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.

  Let this sad interim like the ocean be

  Which parts the shore, where two contracted new

  Come daily to the banks, that when they see

  Return of love, more blest may be the view;

    Or call it winter, which being full of care,

    Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

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The first line of this one is famous  J  and beautiful.  Four well developed metaphors, so you could really count each change of metaphor as a turn, but I think the let at the beginning of the third quatrain would be the primary volta, because that’s where he’s also changing what he’s doing with his metaphors.

And now, I’ll drive to Ann Arbor to get my daughter  J  More tomorrow—