Our Daily Sonnet

and now for another generous sonnet, sent in by our friend diane:

what a beautiful reading, and wonderful video! you remember diane from her incredible reading of sonnet 30 — and she was gracious enough to share more shakespeare with us! go visit diane’s website now, to learn about her and read some of her own beautiful poems.

thank you so much diane for another sonnet gift —

until tomorrow

Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.