Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have giv'n him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
Michael Drayton
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Fellowette, does not that bit about no trace of love on the brows remind you of the mean bit in B. Dylan;s song..."when we meet again in company...do not let on that you knew me when." However, M. Drayton isn't such a sour puss hiding as a cool hipster, since he lets on at the finish of his sonnet that upon Love's death, it is recalled to birth, out of necessity it even seems, as if the void called it forth. seems like he had some buddhist/hindu influence. did he? i vaguely recall that he did. anyhoo, even if i suggested such mean things about B. Dylan, I don't really doubt his love.
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