That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Today at 1pm, Kristin George Bagdanov and Michael Mlekoday read at Poetry of the Sierra Foothills, plus open mic. That’s at Caffe Santoro in Diamond Springs. Then at 4pm, Prose in the Afternoon at Sac. Poetry Center will feature William Burg, June Augusta Gillam, and Catriona MacPherson, 25th & R Sts., Sacramento. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about these and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
—Medusa, celebrating the lovely music of the Sonnet ~
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
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