Reply To Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Reply To Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
Ironic Sonnet
Why not compare me to a winter's day?
I can be as temperamental and as cold.
Brisk winds do blow your words my way
And yet I let them flutter by, my bearing bold.
You say each passing day with heat or rain may be fraught
Or clouds or mist diminish that which could be viewed,
While in your sonnets, perfection in eternity is caught
And like young lovers' initials in tree bark hewed
To live beyond our time together here on earth,
Our passion would be set down for readers not yet born.
Yet why should it be you who defines my worth
In terms of outward charms of which in time I must be shorn
When it is my verse that can best express the whole
Of the beauty that exists inside my soul.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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