National Poetry Month 2020 Day 11: Roses have Thorns
One more Shakespeare sonnet today, the one I nicknamed “Roses Have Thorns” during my
MFA thesis work. That guy really understood relationships!
MFA thesis work. That guy really understood relationships!
Sonnet XXXV (35)
By William Shakespeare
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
Speaking of relationships going sour, here are some lines I wrote on the same topic some time ago.
Getting Through
By Blythe Stephens
I’m doing what I need to do
To get through
How dare you
Disrespect my self-care too?
When it’s you
You!
Who’s been untrue?
You
Who played me for a fool?
To buy that
I’d have to be a tool.
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