National Poetry Month
Wednesday 
around lunchtime 
Mystie
I hear April is National Poetry Month. Most of the poetry I have read has been in the context of my college classes, so what I know and love is what is most widely known and loved. Yet, there is a reason those poems have become classics. So, I’ll join in and post a poem I love every day (ah, the benefits of post-dating entries).
We’ll start with Shakespeare:
Sonnet 29
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
