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”But do thy worst”

Do your worst to me
by leaving at set of sun —
Joy in life or death1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, — Sonnet XCII – William Shakespeare ↩
October 31, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Some glory in”

Lowest wretch I,
when I think of love’s high loss —
clothes ill cover want.1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, — Sonnet XCI – William Shakespeare ↩
October 30, 2019rlbussell haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Then hate me when”

Oh tease me not by
leaving late, testing ill fate;
other loss seems less. 1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; — Sonnet XC – William Shakespeare ↩
October 29, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Say that thou didst”

If thy reason’s true,
I will lift no shield against
ill arrows shot true.
1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, — Sonnet LXXXIX – William Shakespeare ↩
October 28, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”When thou shalt be”

Exposed to all scorn
I’ve made my fault your strong strength,
My defeat your gain. 1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, — Sonnet LXXXVIII – William Shakespeare ↩
October 27, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Farewell, thou art too dear”

My pen’s penniless;
thy wealth it can ill afford.
Farewell fairest friend. 1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing — Sonnet LXXXVII – William Shakespeare ↩︎
October 26, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Was it the proud”

Did I grow dumb ‘cause
his splendid verse caught the earth?
No, t’was lines of you.1


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse — Sonnet LXXXVI – William Shakespeare ↩
October 25, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”My tongue-tied Muse”

Silence speaks sweeter
than quire filled by gilded quill;
my breathlessness breathes. 1



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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still — Sonnet LXXXV – William Shakespeare ↩
October 24, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

”Who is it that says most?”

Wit is writ if with
small word poet writes you true –
make not grace a curse. 1



© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved

Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

  1. Who is it that says most? which can say more — Sonnet LXXXIV – William Shakespeare ↩
October 23, 2019rlbussell haiku, haiku-year, October, poem, poetry, shakespeare, sonnet Leave a comment

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