An Open Letter to Alex

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My first go at a Shakespearean sonnet. Written for Alex. Might be a little cheesy, I'm not sure. I'll cement my feelings about it in the future.

Some things to look at:
Nature, dichotomy, the balance of appearance and reality, the meaning of physical reality, and of course for the sappy: love across oceans.

Shout out to Matt for helping me with some revisions.

Submitted: September 20, 2012

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Submitted: September 20, 2012



By Love's regard I must, in fear, a truth

Admit about the muse betwixt the ear:

Alas, I now pervert my stresséd youth

With your end—the Autumn's Winter sneer.

I sought a thought for a sure warmer air

That distance by convention is mirage

To find now that my sense be struck with err;

Frayed, impeded by hand of your visage.

But proof! Look up, the zenith becomes my

Surrogate repose; find calm and rest.

We are alike beneath the fast'ner sky,

Marks on course, sun passing east to west.

My dear, sojourn, bid Albion adieu.

We meek hands shall build Albion anew.

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