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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet LX - Variations In Imitation - after William Shakespeare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See below W S Sonnet LX for English and French variations</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore<br>So do our minutes hasten to their end; <br>Each changing place with that which goes before, <br>In sequent toil all forwards do contend.<br>Nativity, once in the main of light<br>Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, <br>Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight<br>And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.<br>Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth<br>And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow<br>Feeds on the rareities of Nature’s truth, <br>And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; <br>	And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, <br>	Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">William SHAKESPEARE shak1_0008_shak1_0000 PST_DZX<br>________________________</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>So nnet LX Imitation - Par Vagues</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Par vagues, s’approchant à la rive pierreuse, <br>Nos instants précieux écument leur destin, <br>Chacun son précédent remplaçant en chemin, <br>Le tout se bousculant - avancée périlleuse.<br>Le Temps notre jeunesse avale et l’âme heureuse, <br>Avance, et, mûrissant, se voit sacrée: sa main<br>Dispute nos chansons, gloires d’antan, - déclin<br>Que le faucheur étale, éclipse malheureuse.<br>Le Temps reprend ses dons, de profonds sillons creuse, <br>Des affronts forts profonds au front jadis si saint, <br>En dévorant les traces de notre grâce éteinte, <br>Aucun ne faisant face à sa fauche rieuse! <br>	Pourtant malgré le Temps, sa main sans pitié, <br>	Ces lignes attendent un jour coulant de vérité.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">15 December 1991 revised 2005 robi3_0508_shak1_0008 PFT_DZX see robi3_0654<br>Translation William SHAKESPEARE – Sonnet LX for previous version see below</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">__________________</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ainsi qu’aux vagues visant la rive pierreuse, <br>Nos instants précieux se hâtent vers leur destin, <br>Chacun son précedent remplaçant en chemin, <br>Le tout se bousculant - avancée perilleuse.<br>Le temps notre jeunesse avale et l’âme heureuse, <br>Avance, et, mûrissant, se voit sacrée: sa main<br>Dispute les chansons, les gloires d’antan; - déclin<br>Que le faucheur étale, éclipse malheureuse.<br>Le Temps reprend ses dons, de profonds sillons creuse, <br>Des indentations au front qui fut si saint, <br>En dévorant les graces où la Nature s’éteint.<br>Qui peut faire face à sa fauche rieuse? <br>	Pourtant malgré le Temps, sa main sans pitié, <br>	Ces lignes attendent un jour coulant de verité.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">15 December 1991<br> <br>________________________<br>Sonnet LX Imitation </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>En courant tels des flots vers la plage pierreuse, <br>nos instants en avant roulent vers leur destin, <br>chacun son précédent remplaçant en chemin, <br>le tout se bousculant - par vagues périlleuses.<br>Le Temps vite avale notre jeunesse heureuse, <br>avance, et, mûrissant, se voit sacrée: sa main<br>dispute les chansons, la gloire, le déclin<br>que le faucheur étale, éclipse malheureuse.<br>Le Temps reprend ses dons, de subtils sillons creuse, -<br>des affronts forts profonds au front jadis si saint, <br>en se gavant de tout, et la Nature s’éteinte. - <br>qui peut s'opposer à cette fauche rieuse? <br>	Pourtant malgré le Temps, sa main sans pitié, <br>	ces lignes guettent un jour coulant de vérité.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">15 December 1992 robi3_0654_shak1_0008 PFT_DZX see robi3_0508<br>Translation William SHAKESPEARE – Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_________________________<br> <br>Sonnet LX In Imitation</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fate’s fretful oars dip fitfully once more, <br>weary Charon, charged with souls, is found<br>awaiting some predestined Thermidor<br>that Death to death leads, Judgement Book disbound.<br>Emboldened Youth flares like a meteor<br>to adulthood - successes then abound -<br>till age eclipses strength - strength sure before, <br>grave Time, which gave, retrieves, leaves muddy mound<br>as overconfidence meets fatal flaw.<br>Wrinkles wreak havoc. Beauty is discrowned.<br>Truth, firm today, tomorrow may restore<br>to chaos whence it came - flame Lethe drowned.<br>Yet one alone amidst the sands of time<br>stands out, flouts doubt, to feed eternal rhyme.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">16 December 1991 revised 1995 and 20081031<br>William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LX robi3_0510_shak1_0008 PSX_DLZ<br>For previous version see below</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>____________________</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sonn et LX In Imitation </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fretful oars dip fitfully once more, <br>as Charon, charged with souls, is weary found<br>awaiting some predestined Thermidor<br>which Death to death will lead deep underground.<br>Emboldened Youth flares like a meteor<br>to adulthood - successes then abound -<br>till age eclipses strength, - strength sure before, <br>grave Time, which gave, retrieves, would gift confound, <br>in overconfidence finds fatal flaw.<br>Wrinkles wreak havoc, Beauty is discrowned.<br>Truth, firm today, tomorrow shall restore<br>to chaos whence it came, - flame Lethe drowned.<br>	Yet she alone amidst the sands of time<br>	stands out, flouts doubt, to feed eternal rhyme.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">16 December 1991 revised 1995 <br>William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LX robi3_0510_shak1_0008 PSX_DLZ<br> __________________</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Sonnet LX Swift Sped</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Swift sped, fled minutes hasten to dead end, <br>As surging waves swim over pebbled shore, <br>None out of sequence, all do all befriend, <br>Drain tide’s ride seeking those that flowed before.<br>Rising star, once centre of attraction, <br>Is soon mature, boom ripe to dire doom rots -<br>Nor can it fight against its strength's subtraction, <br>Escrow dreams redeemed, lot drawn, eyes dots. <br>Vain prove's youth's creams when Time with Truth plays games<br>Adding care’s parallels to beauty's brow, <br>It nothing spares, pares all, bars specious claims, <br>Lets nothing stand - no tithe its scythe won't mow.<br>Long still thy worth Time's inroads will withstand, <br>And None Thy birth forget, despite dread hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>October 20 1992 slightly revised 21 October 2009 see robi3_0508 robi3_0654<br>William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">___________________________<br> <br>Sonnet LX Time Takes Back Gifts</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Must, crushed, dust minutes hustle to [c]rust ends<br>as wake waves break on Charon’s jetsam shore? <br>In sequent bustle, current past befriends<br>beachcombing foam mocks flotsam sprayed before.<br>Life’s wayward goal, pole centre of attraction, <br>soon disappoints, ripe rots, tripe fast forgot, <br>though weak wish leak plugged, stopping strength's subtraction.<br>Time takes back gifts, tease cross lack, as eyes dot. <br>Dreams mould to must, stay weighs, repay plays games, <br>wretch sketch bars parallel on beauty's brow, <br>spares naught, pares fraught despairs’ false halt fault [cl]aims, <br>rakes in lost chips - no cost tithe scythe can cow. 	<br>Miraculous, Earth’s star stills tocsin’s hand, <br>rhymed worth alone Time's toxins will withstand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">24 July 2004 revised 21 October 2009 robi3_1045_shak1_0008 PSX_DZX<br>William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">___________________<br> <br>Sonnet LX – Sang to M.C. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>So must flower hours bloom until doom’s tomb [bl]end, <br>As waves which break upon brake pebbled shore, <br>None out of sequence, all must all befriend, <br>Go [st]ride the tide, 'side those that flowed before.<br>Thus rising stars, once centre of attraction, <br>Old soon mature, once ripe begin to rot, <br>Misled who'd try to strive against subtraction, -<br>A gift Time swift redeems, each ‘I’ must dot, <br>Misled are those who would illusions nourish<br>Advancing parallels in beauty's brow<br>Untimely etched, may still be mocked by flourish, <br>Death grins at boasts when vainest peacocks crow.<br>Enriched is mode Time's inroads can withstand, <br>Comfort draw from rhymes which still Fate's hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>4 July 2008 robi3_1813_shak1_0008 PSX_DZX<br>William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Maude Sonnet Cycle n.b. No separate entry included in robi3_1813</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>