Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, Rewritten

This was my assignment for composition this week. Enjoy.

Shall I compare thee to a foggy day?
Thou art more gloomy and more opaque:
Poor vision do blur the pleasant sites of May
And safety’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too low the clouds of sky resides,
And often is our own complexion dimm’d;
And every car into car sometimes collides,
By chance of drivers changing course unplanned;
But the fog not eternal shall fade,
Not keep possession of our sight from east to west;
Hopefully Death shall not brag in fog’s dense shade,
When the road’s lines are hazy like a ghost:
So long as the fog leaves, our eyes can see,
And on lives he out driving in the country.

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