Sonnet 73 by

SONNET 73

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 15:05:57 UTC

Kevin Castellar & Sovan Brooks

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 15:16:40 UTC

That season in which thou may'st in me behold

When leaves fall off their tree branches

When the wind blows against the trees.

when the birds are singing.

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 15:27:02 UTC

Where i see the twilight of a good day

As the go's down in the west

Which the night slowly comes

And night comes up over the land

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 15:43:29 UTC

In which I can only see this fire

Where my ashes of youth lies

Until death it must expire

consumed by which it was nourished

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 15:53:00 UTC

the most perceived, which makes love more strong

That love will make it last longer

hcps_castellko — 2015-10-16 16:04:10 UTC

http://www.ashokkarra.com/2007/05/that-time-of-year-indeed-shakespeares-sonnet-73-as-an-introduction-to-new-criticism/