The Love of Poetry

Sabrina is upstairs listening to a CD of poetry that came with a book of poetry we recently purchased. I had forgotten how much I love poetry. So often in my life certain phrases of poems ring in my mind as I live their lines. 

I think I will have to spend some time this week rediscovering some of my favorite poems. I will share one of my favorites with you here. Perhaps if you have a favorite poem you can leave it in a comment to share with the rest of us.

My Grandfather Bunker loved Shakespeare. He passed this love down to his daughters and from my mother and him I also developed a love for it. One of my favorite of his sonnets is the 29th. It reminds me how richly I am blessed by the love of the Lord, the love of my husband, the love of my family, and the love of all those who have gone before me, my grandfather included.

This one is for you Grandad.

SONNET XXIX

XXIX 1. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes 2. I all alone beweep my outcast state, 3. And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, 4. And look upon myself, and curse my fate, 5. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, 6. Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, 7. Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, 8. With what I most enjoy contented least; 9. Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, 10. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, 11. Like to the lark at break of day arising 12. From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; 13. For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings 14. That then I scorn to change my state with kings.