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Sonnet 1 by Ars moriendi.

Sonnet 1


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14.06.2010 at 13:48h, License: All pictures © by the senders.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
©Shakespeare

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doktada didelas, 16.08.2010 at 5:15h

I am one of the few
who visit graveyards
and read the stuff.
I sometimes wonder
for whom it is meant.
But there it is, passing
centuries is silence
greeting the few that
choose that path.


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