Sonit 27: Wiri wɖ tôl, I hest m t mî bed
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Wiri wɖ tôl, I hest m t mî bed,
Ɖ dir rpoz fr limz wɖ travl tîrd;
Bt ɖen bginz a jrni in mî hed
T wrc mî mînd,
ẃn bodi’z wrc’s xpîrd:
Fr ɖen mî ʈōts –
fṛm far ẃr I abîd –
Intnd a zeḷs pilgṛmij t ɖi,
N cīp mî drūpñ îlidz opn wîd,
Lcñ on darcnis ẃć ɖ blînd d si:
Sev ɖt mî soul’z imajinri sît
Priznts ɖî śado t mî sîtlis vy,
Ẃć, lîc a juwl huñ in gastli nît,
Mcs blac nît bytịs,
n hr old fes ny.
Lǒ! ɖus, bî de mî limz,
bî nît mî mînd,
Fr ɖi, n fr mslf, no qayt fînd.
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Lovely. Thank you, Frank.
Kind of you to say so, Meg. One of the easier sonnets to get one’s head around.
Spike Milligan: “I thought I’d begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.”
Keep smiling