The Big News
is that the Iowa Writersʼ Workshop updated their website yesterday: Jim’s going to teach the May poetry class
again next year!! J I better get started with my writing soon
… Here’s sonnet 62:
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LXII
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I
praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
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The volta’s
the but at the beginning of the third
quatrain, and the conflict (between lines 1–8 and lines 9–12) is resolved in
the closing couplet. Now to my Thursday
evening class (more tomorrow)—
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