Sonnet XVIII: A Winter’s Day

I shan’t thee to a summer’s day compare;
Thou lov’st not temp’rate climes I yet disdain.
Cold shake thy searing winds I find as fair:
For, over most creation, cold doth reign.

Yet burn thou bright and hot as Heaven’s eye;
And cold and dark, as dark is Neptune’s Lair;
And nary cold may pale nor fade to die
Thy nature’s spark so hidden unaware.

So is this edge infinity for me:
And shalt thou–changeless ’til the edge of time,
Whilst draw my breath, and know mine eyes foresee–
Remain, ’til death shall take me, in thy prime.

Then fades’ thy mem’ry’s pain; for few men see
Such life these lines contain, these give to thee.

David Emeron

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12 responses to “Sonnet XVIII: A Winter’s Day

  1. Ah, my curious spouse. A French benefit is what is called a “fringe benefit” here. Company car and the like — unless one is using the term in seedy company of which I certainly wouldn’t know anything about. Then, I am told, it would refer to a different type of unexpected and extra-contractual acquisition. Let us allow it to rest there, my darling.


    • Thank you. I read the article and the comments. I was even tempted to comment there, but I resisted. I have an unprovable theory involving Mr. Shakespeare’s sonnets. But before I will engage in any discussion of it with someone I set them a task of writing at least 10 short poems (not necessarily sonnets, but doing so would be additionally enlightening) to his (or her) former self.


    • Please excuse the lateness of my reply. We have been travelling and this has been somewhat limiting in my access. If you take my challenge, you will not regret it, even if you do not see the things I tell myself I have seen.

      To further clarify, if you write 10 or so sonnets, you may feel free to write them in the Shakespearean rhymescheme, which is the easiest (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) or even works of roughly 140 syllables that do not rhyme at all.

      Poems like Haiku are far too short to produce the effect of which I make mention. But… if you prefer them, I would suggest writing 10 short sequences of 7 or 8 haiku, and of course, these must be to your younger self.

      After writing these and rereading them over several days, then read Shakespeare’s sonnets again. You will not have to read very many of them to see that to which I allude.

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