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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 14. cliché…?
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Sonnet No. 27
To think that you in your sadness welter –
As if through it you had to go alone,
When all the time I would provide shelter –
Makes me wail like a penitent's atone.
You think of yourself as a two-wheeled cart
Where one axle is resting on the ground,
And the more you pull the more it will start
To scrape and cry and make a terrible sound.
But what you don't know, what you do not feel,
Is me on the other end lifting up,
Like a mother hefting a car of steel,
So that her trapped child can crawl and get up.
If you trust me, I will halve your burden,
So you'll never have to wallow again.
Sonnet No. 28
How I long to create the simple phrase –
"Compare thee to a Summer's Day," or then
"Some Glory their Birth; Some their Skill" amaze –
So that all can know I love you from my pen.
I long to draft that perfect line they will
Quote and read and whisper to their loved one
In all attempt serious to fulfill
The debt of love their beloved has begun.
In some time with "Those Darling Buds of May"
Other eyes and other hearts will quote you
As dimly reflected in what I say,
In my attempts to render you life-true.
Better than any Summer's day will be,
The future that quotes my dear love of thee.
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