(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare, <br />John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz) <br /> <br /> <br />Shall I compare her to a summer play? <br />She is too clever, too devious, too subtle, too dark: <br />Her lies are rare, but then she paves the way <br />Beyond the summer's sway, within the jejune park <br />Where all souls' aspiration to true nobility <br />Obliges Statues in the Frieze of Death <br />And when this pantomime and Panama of Panorama Fails, <br />"I'll never speak to you agayne" -- or waste her panting breath. <br /> <br />When I but think of how her years are spent <br />Deadening that one talent which -- for woman is -- <br />Death or paralysis, denied: nature's intent <br />That each girl be a mother -- whether or not she is <br />Or has become a lawful wife or bride <br />-- 0 Alma Magna Mater, deathless the living death of pride.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-famous-and-familiar-sonnets-and-experi/
