tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36119718.post9178697787773595773..comments2023-10-26T05:14:48.235-04:00Comments on The Egalitarian Bookworm: Valentine's Day Sonnet-a-Thon: Since There's No Help, Michael DraytonSarahMarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164306815128620427noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36119718.post-39903613002615940142009-02-18T15:04:00.000-05:002009-02-18T15:04:00.000-05:00Fellowette, does not that bit about no trace of lo...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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com