Bouncing...

(the previous part of the blog has been deleted. I really have to stop writing when I PMS - unhappy E isn't fun!)


Today's poem is another sonnet. I still have the Shakespeare book in front of me, so here's one that I really, really like. I wish I taught a quick unit of poetry before teaching "Jane Eyre," because this poem reminds me of Mr. Rochester and Jane:

Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres be fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is evil still made better,
And ruin'd love when it is built anew
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuk'd to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.