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Apr. 28

The Love Sonnet

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Edmund Spenser

Spencer, author of The Faerie Queene, was a well-loved poet in England during his lifetime.  He was buried in Westminster Abbey near Geoffrey Chaucer with a monument inscribed:  “The Prince of Poets in His Tyme.”  At his burial, poets tossed elegiac poems into his grave.  Ah . . . poets.

 

The following sonnet was published in Amoretti, a collection of poems dedicated to his wife Elizabeth Boyle. 

 

Sonnet LXXV

 

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand,

But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay

A mortal thing so to immortalize,

For I myself shall like to this decay,

And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

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Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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