An epic achievement, borne of sleepless nights and several seasons muted, no doubt.
This book couldn't have been written at age 20, thus breathes from its oaken cask in timely fashion.
Great writing by a skilled craftsman resonates forever. Cheers to my modern day Petrarch;
XV
O ye who trace through scattered verse the sound
Of those long sighs wherewith I fed my heart
Amid youth’s errors, when in greater part
That man unlike this present man was found;
For the mixed strain which here I do compound
Of empty hopes and pains that vainly start,
Whatever soul hath truly felt love’s smart,
With pity and with pardon will abound.
But now I see full well how long I earned
All men’s reproof; and oftentimes my soul
Lies crushed by its own grief; and it doth seem
For such misdeed shame is the fruitage whole,
And wild repentance and the knowledge learned
That worldly joy is still a short, short dream.
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An epic achievement, borne of sleepless nights and several seasons muted, no doubt.
This book couldn't have been written at age 20, thus breathes from its oaken cask in timely fashion.
Great writing by a skilled craftsman resonates forever. Cheers to my modern day Petrarch;
XV
O ye who trace through scattered verse the sound
Of those long sighs wherewith I fed my heart
Amid youth’s errors, when in greater part
That man unlike this present man was found;
For the mixed strain which here I do compound
Of empty hopes and pains that vainly start,
Whatever soul hath truly felt love’s smart,
With pity and with pardon will abound.
But now I see full well how long I earned
All men’s reproof; and oftentimes my soul
Lies crushed by its own grief; and it doth seem
For such misdeed shame is the fruitage whole,
And wild repentance and the knowledge learned
That worldly joy is still a short, short dream.