Some Shakespeare to tuck you in

Ah Will, you were ever the romantic! Except for when you were the tragic prophetic voice beaming out of Stratford on Avon. From my readings tonight, I give you this fine nugget, reader, culled from Sonnet 76:

“O know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument.
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.”

I find that what pricks my pen seems to be a convergence of the same thing, but viewed from another angle of its prism-like shape. If you leave me a comment with email address, I will send you my latest poem inspired by Jonah. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite- they’re nasty little critters!

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