Caught up in gloated glory, now I’m blind:
I think I’m much too good and much too great.
My work seems perfect, unattainable
Because my pride’s so strong it clouds my mind.
Ah Modesty, you virtuous maiden, you.
How difficult you are for me to seize...
How virginal and honest you are still…
How difficult to imitate and prove…
Alas, how sad, how sad for you, my dear.
You are the ultimate in virtue, yet ignored.
Shunned by society, by all you see -
Then, ignorant of you, their dreams are sheared.
Ha, cruel you are, you virtuous maiden, you!
The ones who spurn you spurn their fortune too!
After reading the metred poetry of adult poets, I began to realize how juvenile my sonnets are...
ReplyDeletelol, don't worry, they're actually really good. Very nice. Funny how this guy knows he's too proud, yet he can't be modest. I bet a lot of people have that problem. and...What does spurn mean?
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