Sonnet 120

here’s marissa:

WOW!! how wonderful is that?? marissa is a writer, editor, and teacher (and graduate of our favorite writing program). we’re so lucky for the chance to post her beautiful take on this sonnet here today…they don’t get any more amazing than this!

thanks marissa!

Sonnet 120
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember’d
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tender’d
The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

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