Sonnet 113

here’s mika:

nicely done! mika has lived in the area, but before that she was traveling around. right now she’s taking some classes in philosophy and literature (shakespeare??) and hanging out being awesome, and reading sonnets for us!

thanks mika, that was fantastic!

Sonnet 113
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed’st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.

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  1. Genghis Khan't touch this

    that was pretty rockin young lady.

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