Writer Wednesday: Sonnets in Spring with Shakespeare

Writer Wednesday

On today’s Writer Wednesday, I’m combining the celebration of Shakespeare and April as poetry month to bring you Shakespeare’s 98th sonnet.

From you have I been absent in the spring,

When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim

Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,

That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell

Of different flowers in odour and in hue 

Could make me any summer’s story tell, 

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white, 

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;

They were but sweet, but figures of delight, 

Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. 

   Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,

   As with your shadow I with these did play.

My best to you all,

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