Sonnet 33

happy sunday! here’s donna:

oh gosh — this reading is spectacular, isn’t it! donna is a poet and teacher in chicagoland…how awesome is it to see her reading from her classroom? donna is a visitor of the site who wrote in wanting to participate…obviously i was glad to hear from her, and offered to let her pick her sonnet if she had a favorite. but donna took the high road and said to just assign her one — how often do we get to tell the teachers what to do? i think it’s safe to say donna gets an A+ for this homework assignment. thank you donna, for today, this “glorious morning” made brighter by your fantastic reading! good luck with the new school year.

until tomorrow!

Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.