This blog is dedicated to all things simple, old, serene, classical, and romantic. It is an attempt to recapture the simplicity of days gone by, when happiness could be found in simply lying in the grass and writing poetry. In honor of the years that came before us, and in hope of reclaiming a bit of their simplicity, I dedicate "That We Were Butterflies." WELCOME!

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"Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music - do I wake or sleep?"
~ John Keats

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sonnet 3

Sonnet to Sleep
Oh, sweet eleison night, you promise sleep
with silver moon orb'd bright within her sphere;
and dreams that come to sleepers slumb'ring deep
- so lost within their realm away from fear.
The Muse of Dreaming enters through the eyes
so gently closing lids and hiding light:
her voice, in whispered song, will hypnotize
and bring her happy sleepers sweet delight.
The darkling night is fleeting and does fly
into the rosy hue of morning's spell;
the night is delicate and swiftly dies
and morning creeps in rooms where dreamers dwell.
Oh, gentle Muse that charms the world to yawn
why won't you come to me before the dawn?!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

A Century of Sonnets

Before I begin to post my own sonnets on this page, I would like to introduce you to the project my friend Jen and I started this year - and the history behind it.

In the 1800s, poets used to hold "competitions" of sorts, each vying to be the first to finish 100 sonnets. A poet who had written 100 sonnets was said to have written "a century of sonnets."

My fellow writing friend, Jen DeBellis, and I decided to relive the tradition of the long ago, and our challenge is to each write 100 sonnets within this year. You can find Jen's work on her blog: http://jenshead1.blogspot.com/

I'll be posting my Century of Sonnets as it progresses, but only sonnets relevant to this particular blog. I hope you will read them with an open mind, as I'm a mere student in the wonderful literary world.