All life with thee is given me, alive
Withal, for each, by each, to our increase;
An hour, and our lives as do we strive
A second’s brief eternity to lease.
And seconds lived eternally to gift
Us aeons whereupon, should we survive
As aeons of eternity adrift,
Not one brief second ever shall deprive
Our joy, as joy to both of us so strives.
And years as seconds nightly pass as swift
As all the teeming joy that nightly thrives;
As all the seeming seconds briefly lift.
Then cease our fleeting aeons; each survives
Release, yet fleets the seconds of our lives. Then…
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Your sonnets are beautiful :)
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Thank you… I am enjoying this sequence. Although I believe I shall leave it at IV for now, I should like to continue it further in the near future.
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“An hour, and our lives as do we strive
A second’s brief eternity to lease”
— Beautiful :)
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Thank you. Studying Shakespeare’s sonnets in the very intimate way in which I have been doing so has been widening my arsenal of concretes as well as abstracts:
https://davidemeron.com/tag/to-my-former-self-with-shakespeares-introductions/#post-5022
If you are interested, I have yet reflected upon only a handful of his 154 sonnets. I hope to get through them all this year. I hope….
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Tempted to go through that link over this weekend ! Pocketed it!
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If you do find time, I hope you will enjoy it, or at least find it mildly interesting : )
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beautiful, my dear. Very satisfying. I an enjoying the Etude series.
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It has been fun to allow sound to take a front seat to the message. Still I can’t seem to help but tell a story in any case.
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I attempt to speak but can only sigh.
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It is curious, because these sonnets–this series–is about nothing; yet still they seem to be about something–whether or not I wish them to be.
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Your words take on their own life. what you mean or do not mean, changes when read by a different individual who puts their own interpretation or comprehension into your words. Several months ago, I wrote a rather plain little haiku – a nothing sort of jot. Bless Bob if one reader didn’t go into an absolute paroxysm of how profound and spiritual it was. I read the comment and to myself muttered…Bugger me! Misosazai no Carolina has done it again.
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I can relate!
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Your beloved made a couple of comments to me about the homemade udon post. I am extremely flattered that she did so. it is a rare and treasured occurance.
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You’ve become one of her favourite people.
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Please do hug her for me!!!
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I shall
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That is your charm, my dear. The musician, the poet, the engineer… Always you have melded them into one whole. Age has only made your command of the mediums richer for the telling of your tales.
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A I mentioned to Kanzen up above, I guess I just cannot help connecting things, whether or not they are connected and whether or not I intend to connect them.
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