Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Great Regulars: So far, the speaker has mused

that he shall compare the poem to a summer day, and the summer day is losing: even before summer begins, the winds of May are often brutal to the young flowers; summer never lasts long; sometimes the sun is too hot and sometimes it hides behind clouds, and besides everything--even the good things--in nature diminishes in time.

from Linda Sue Grimes: Suite101.com: Shakespeare Sonnet 18

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