Sonnet 144

here’s diane!:

beautiful!! diane has been, from the beginning, a great friend to this project and as we neared the end i emailed her for one last reading, unable to imagine her not being here in the home stretch! luckily for us she agreed!!! check out her website, read her own wonderful poems, and refresh your memory with her takes on sonnets 30 and, one of my favorites, 71.

thank you diane, for all of your readings and your support!

Sonnet 144
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell:
Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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  1. pamela

    You do let the words flow so beautifully.
    Thank you.

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