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Sonnet LXXVI: Why is my verse so barren of new pride

© William Shakespeare

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,

So far from variation or quick change?

Snow Day

© Billy Collins

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows

Swordfish

© Andrew Hudgins

My fingertips marveled at the silvery shimmer,

already less silver, less shimmery than when it lived.

She Was a Phantom of Delight

© André Breton

She was a Phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

Sonnet XV: When I Consider everything that Grows

© William Shakespeare

When I consider everything that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

Shore Scene

© John Logan

There were bees about. From the start I thought

The day was apt to hurt. There is a high

Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

© William Shakespeare

Not marble nor the gilded monuments

Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,

Sonnets from the Portuguese 1: I Thought how Theocritus

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years,

Sonnet CXXI: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

© William Shakespeare

’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

When not to be receives reproach of being,

Study in Hands

© Théophile Gautier

Sudden Light

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.