Sonnet III
πΏπππ ππ π‘βπ¦ ππππ π πππ π‘πππ π‘βπ ππππ π‘βππ’ π£πππ€ππ π‘
πππ€ ππ π‘βπ π‘πππ π‘βππ‘ ππππ π βππ’ππ ππππ ππππ‘βππ,
πβππ π ππππ β ππππππ ππ πππ€ π‘βππ’ πππ‘ πππππ€ππ π‘,
πβππ’ πππ π‘ ππππ’πππ π‘βπ π€ππππ, π’πππππ π π πππ πππ‘βππ.
πΉππ π€βπππ ππ π βπ π π ππππ π€βππ π π’ππππππ π€πππ
π·ππ πππππ π‘βπ π‘ππππππ ππ π‘βπ¦ βπ’π ππππππ¦?
ππ π€βπ ππ βπ π π ππππ π€πππ ππ π‘βπ π‘πππ
ππ βππ π πππ-πππ£π, π‘π π π‘ππ πππ π‘ππππ‘π¦?
πβππ’ πππ‘ π‘βπ¦ πππ‘βππβπ ππππ π , πππ π βπ ππ π‘βππ
πΆππππ ππππ π‘βπ πππ£πππ¦ π΄ππππ ππ βππ πππππ;
ππ π‘βππ’ π‘βπππ’πβ π€πππππ€π ππ π‘βπππ πππ π βπππ‘ π ππ,
π·ππ πππ‘π ππ π€πππππππ , π‘βππ π‘βπ¦ ππππππ π‘πππ.
π΅π’π‘ ππ π‘βππ’ πππ£π ππππππππππ πππ‘ π‘π ππ,
π·ππ π πππππ, πππ π‘βπππ πππππ ππππ π€ππ‘β π‘βππ.
The poet urges the young man to reflect on his own image in a mirror. Just as the young manβs mother sees her own youthful self reflected in the face of her son, so someday the young man should be able to look at his sonβs face and see reflected his own youth. If the young man decides to die childless, all these faces and images die with him.
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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee / Calls back the lovely April of her prime
- William Shakespeare (Sonnet III)
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i know i'm not real to you anymore
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Sonnet No.3
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Sonnet 3 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir John Gielgud)
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother,
For where is she so fair whose unearβd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy motherβs glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Β But if thou live, rememberβd not to be,
Β Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
Source: William Shakespeare - Sonnets, 1996
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Sonnet 3
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy motherβs glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live remembβred not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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Nothing like being woken up in the middle of the night to fistfight your godless killing machine of a girlfriend.
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actually i think dean would have absolutely no idea how to articulate or encompass his feelings for sam. like samβs known his entire life with complete clarity that heβs in love and that he wants dean in every way etc etc. but i think if u held a gun to deanβs head and demanded he put a name to his feelings for his brother, he literally wouldnβt be able to offer up anything more than βiβm fucked up.β
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ODE TO WORM WIFE: An Original Sonnet
The hive crawlΓ©d and buzzΓ©d with malice
At the palace of the wretch'd enemy
Her plans complete with a crown of madness
As she approachΓ©d so very slenderly
It had been so long since the attic
The statement can only be outdated
The worms writhe and crawl with every attack
For the poor archivists still ill-fated
Now, though she is gone, her message rings true
There's something beautiful in loving rot
Silly archivist, she did it all for you
Do not let her effort go all for naught
Though, in the tunnels, she was but burnΓ©d
Jane taught a lesson the world unlearnΓ©d
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I mean
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ive been listening to john sinclair: demon hunter and so i just picture raphael running around with a gun most of the time tbh which is endlessly entertaining
(its really good though i recommend!)
and this is the ref i used
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harlot in scarlet and whatnot
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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.12.24
βTall Tales"
Heβs six foot and charming
And does what heβs asked
Heβll say please and thank you
And heβll do what is tasked
To the music, heβs dancing
Sanctimoniously
Effortlessly romancing
Unintentionally
Heβs uncertain with his sanity
And isnβt sure if heβs real
Heβs doing what he can
Which is everything; whatβs his deal?
To the moonrise he is staring
Filled with gumption
Filled with caring
Constant are his thoughts, cautious in assumption
Heβs the author and writer and hides behinds words
Sending out calls to the morning; heβs brained with the birds
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The original sin was me and you,
It was the knowledge of good and evil.
The fate of humanity doomed, he knew;
The fallen angel, he, now the devil.
As Eve to Adam, my Sun to your Moon.
Cast out of Eden, the flower wreath dropped,
Your heart shattered, our bliss broken too soon.
The gates to Eden were guarded and locked.
The years that passed will not bring us apart.
For you and I are Adam and Eve, our
Fate brought us forth, and till death do us part.Β
The forbidden fruit has long gone sour.
Though, my sin will not keep us from our love;
My Adam, my dear, my purest white dove.
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*Agnea using Donate BP voice* For you!
ended up as more than a doodle ahahaβ¦ I donβt know how accurate this is to your vision of him, but I had so much fun :D
OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKIBNGGGGGGGGGGGGG GOPDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG IT'S SONNET!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S THE BLORBOC!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKL YOU THANK YOYU THANK YOUY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Bleu lagon
Prendre le large en mer, prendre lβair, prendre lβeau
Au dépourvu des mots, un peu à la légère,
Au vent, bon gré mal gré, avant corps et chimère,
Prendre Γ cΕur de lever lβancre et lβavant-propos.
Perdre de vue la rive, et la marge, et la peau,
Partir Γ la dΓ©rive, oublier que les vers
Prennent de court lβidΓ©e et diluent son mystΓ¨re
Dans lβencre bleu lagon dΓ©livrΓ©e des stylos.
Voici les flots versΓ©s oΓΉ se noient mes alarmes
Et la source Γ©puisΓ©e dans le sel de mes larmes.
Viens ! Entends Mallarmé et les chants des sirènes
A lβΓ©cume, Γ la proue, lorsque nous divaguons
A lβenvers du dΓ©cor, Γ lβenvie qui entraine
Par les fonds dΓ©licieux de lβencre bleu lagon.
- Fabienne PASSAMENT. 2023
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