A Summer's Day of Darkened May

A talkback to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 by Alyaffa London

Compare me not to summer’s bright delight

Not I can be her beauty, heaven shine

For past all my good winds which give you flight

Her streams and beams and daylight dreams’ not mine

My daybreak and my dusk defined for you

My summer noontides, midnights, and my spring

Is winter’s cold or autumn’s solemn dew

Am I, my dear, still worthy of thy ring?

Eternal is my growing hope for light

Eternal, still, the desolate in me

To you, I’d give my dark but wondrous nights

Do know, dear dove, my love I’d shine for thee

So long as you embrace my darkened May

Then nothing is the joy of summer’s day

Reviews

[BHAGYASHREE]

This is absolutely wonderful piece of work. Well done.