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Thread #123950   Message #2735271
Posted By: VirginiaTam
30-Sep-09 - 04:18 PM
Thread Name: BS: Everyday Shakespeare
Subject: RE: BS: Everyday Shakespeare
Ages ago for a course on Shakespeare, I wrote a sonnet in response to Sonnet 128

SONNET 128
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.



THE DARK LADY'S RESPONSE
T'give you my lips to kiss, I would. Thou say'st
I may give fingers to make music's rounds.
But love's sweet words which from thy lips now play'st
Tis music sweeter far than from me sounds.
Jealous I of words that senty do keep
My lips from thy lips. Words as wardens stand.
They fright off my advances and plunge me deep
In blushing timidity. Thy lips command.
My kisses with thy words would change their state
If thou would'st bid "Be still!" to thy glib lips.
"Loquacity is love's enemy," thou prate,
Yet see'st not how love o'er endless words trips.
    Since thou relish in words and not my kiss,
    Music thy word is. My lot is to list'.


Took me about 15 minutes to write. I was quite chuffed.