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In the third of our Shakespearean Sonnet competition winners, Brian Robert Flynn revisits John Keats’ sonnet 635: ‘When I have fears that I may cease to be‘. All winners will receive a copy of Litro #133: Shakespeare, and a copy of Ben Crystal’s book Shakespeare on Toast.
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face
And she perceives her own through what I’ve got,
Her Love and Fame replete as void of Day’s
Bright gaze, which I can see and Night cannot;
Stars shoot and shower from her chasm past
My aquula, our little stream, to light
A point of view, enrich’d and wise; alas,
My eyes fall on the coral cheeks of Night.
Transcending blink, her moon dips past the lens
Into my own tenebrous universe;
Confusion’s clouds rain complication when
She scans my vast expanse, not unlike hers.
Unworldly souls and soulless worlds between,
Our eyes remain unfocused on the seen.