post the seventeenth, 2013

the bard's sonnet 64

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.


and... à moi

i witness here destruction caused by time
to monuments erected in the past;
i see once-lofty towers all torn down,
and even brass, subject to man, won't last.
i witness here the tides' continual wear
and tear upon the shoreline and the sand,
and in return the kingdom of the shore
recalls itself when water gurges land.
so each one gains when other suffers loss,
and back again, the first one's gain returns.
in the end, destruction reaches all,
so teaches life; ergo, so i have learned.
such a depressing thought: one's love must die.
the fear that you i'd lose, just makes me cry.