Thursday, January 27, 2011

Under Wordsworth

Scorn not the sonnet
Nor despise its wit
Write not upon it
Simply let it fit
Into its measure
Anything you write
Either for pleasure
Or even for spite.
Any single reason
(And some doubles too)
I can find a season
To ensonnet you.
Thus it is not treason
To write a sonnet true.

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