Thursday, January 22, 2015


   How can it? O how can Love's eye be true,
   That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
   No marvel then though I mistake my view:
   The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

   The eye undergoes such sustained
   trial in the Sonnets that it was
   only polite of Shakespeare to ad-
   dress what gets in its way. That
   said, I'm practical enough to un-
   derstand, in the English renais-
   sance, that one could get into a
   very great deal of hot water, by
   being too certain of what heaven
   is. To cite it as crossing paths
   with sight is no less daring now
   than it was, then; yet if coming
   far, were to eclipse the Sonnets,
   security would seize their place.
   We know its gaze. It hasn't love;
   and of all the euphemisms author-
   itarianism has to answer for, it
   is the most basic, the most base.

William Shakespeare
Sonnet 148
op. cit.

Aaron Lynch

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