Sonnet 73 - Early December

[anais_pf]

This time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Shakespeare

I would quote the entire poem, except it gets really depressing after this, and I was just admiring the way these lines capture this season of

Comments

[russell_moore]

I have found a lot of tidbits like that, where a snippet is a pretty nice message but if you read the whole thing and grasp the message you may want to slit your wrists

these old writer types were weird bastiches

[khall]

Shakespeare was kind of a hack.:/

K.