Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
These rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 146.
2 comments:
Did you know that Sonnet 146 is one of the only "religious" sonnets written by Shakespeare (its concern with the soul vs. the body, eternal life, etc.)?
I've always liked the idea of the soul feeding on death, which feeds on men and their bodies; and once it has fed on death, the soul will enjoy eternal life.
Didn't know, but certainly noticed the spiritual topic, and that's why I posted it. Glad you like it.
Reading your idea there, I can't think of a more transcendent ménage à trois. :-)
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