This day we’re meant to sing love’s newest note —to note Christ’s washing filthy toe and heel.“Lord, I’m a lamb, don’t treat me like a goat.”“If I don’t wash you — you, I’ll never heal.”“Then wash my feet, my hands, my head, my all.”“O children, I’ve but time to bathe your feet,after this night, after … Continue reading A Morning Crow
Painter. Profligate.Michelangelo, the fool. —Cardsharps in Kahn’s hall. Was there a time when demons conquered, stayed; when Anthony’s tormentors shied away?Why roam through Rome your bravado displayed; why take your eye from your vision to stray?Your meanest tableaus set my mind aflame;Your work has worked itself into myself; Your brush became my only brush with … Continue reading M. Caravaggio
Love’s a pool so strongthat it cures men’s maladies.My cure’s in her eyes. 1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:— Sonnet CLIII - William Shakespeare ↩
Your bed-vow breakinghas torn faith and broken oaths.You are fair. I lie.1© rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,— Sonnet CLII - William Shakespeare ↩
Love’s too young to knowwhat it is here to witness.In love I rise — fall.1© rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Love is too young to know what conscience is;— Sonnet CLI - William Shakespeare ↩
What power caused meto love worthless worthiness?You hate, yet I love.1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved O, from what power hast thou this powerful might— Sonnet CL - William Shakespeare ↩
Cruel, cruel, love,I worship your faults and yet,you love another.1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, — Sonnet CXLIX - William Shakespeare ↩
Love’s the blindest guide.Love’s the most cunning liar.Blind men can’t but fall.1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, — Sonnet CXLVIII - William Shakespeare ↩
My love’s a fever;a disease that seeks no cure —My love’s black as hell.1© rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved My love is as a fever, longing still — Sonnet CXLVII - William Shakespeare ↩
Dearth-filled gaietypaints my body’s outward frame —death’s death brings me life1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, — Sonnet CXLVI - William Shakespeare ↩
Love formed lips did hate,but straight ‘twas taught to greet thedawn with Love’s own song. 1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Those lips that Love's own hand did make — Sonnet CXLV - William Shakespeare ↩
Comfort and despairI love; two love’s tug-of-war —I’ll live in doubt till ... 1© rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Two loves I have of comfort and despair, — Sonnet CXLIV - William Shakespeare ↩
Thy prize flies from thee.So you fly to catch your ‘catch’.Still thy ‘Will’ when caught. 1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch — Sonnet CXLIII - William Shakespeare ↩
My love is my sin;I’ve robbed other beds their bedding,I’ve left without leave.1© rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,— Sonnet CXLII - William Shakespeare ↩
Mine eyes love you not.Five senses sense not with lust.Yet, plagued I have been. 1 © rl busséll 2019 - All rights reserved. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,— Sonnet CXLI - William Shakespeare ↩
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