Will Wont Let You Down.

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Registered: 12-15-2004
Will Wont Let You Down.
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Sun, 12-02-2012 - 7:48pm

So sorry to have been unavoidably away from the board.  A dearth of happenings? Nothing of mine own to add but here's one from the greatest poet who ever lived.  You may wish to make a comment, or not, I hope you Will, just to show we are still a viable proposition and that we love poetry.

Sonnet CXXVIII

How oft, when thou, my music, music playes't,
Upon that blessed wood, whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds.
Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they whould change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. 

 

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Registered: 01-28-2000
Mon, 12-03-2012 - 11:01am

Thanks for sharing this with us. I like it, and tried to decipher the actual meaning of the poem, so I checked it with some on-line sources. I like the "translation" on this site:

http://nfs.sparknotes.com/sonnets/sonnet_128.html

It's an extremely visual poem - I can see Will watching this woman playing, and wishing he could kiss her.

Roberta

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