This poem by Michael Drayton is known either by its first line ot the Title “Breakin Up Is Hard To Do.”
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me.
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes —
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.
I find this poem very interesting. The first line seems to be the break up, and then the next seven lines seem to be him trying to convince himself he’s cool with it. And then the last six lines the reversal. Anyway, I like this sonnet.
I’ve had a weird couple days. I now have Windows XP instead of Windows Professional. I am not sure what I think. XP is definitely more colorful.
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