More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 5: The Poet
(Introduction 2)

This place of shade's too bleak, it seems to me,
Devoid of all direction, length and breadth,
And time and space, and nothing there to see,
And nothing there to hear-a realm of death.
Around me I do cast a fearful eye,
For I am lying prone and fear attack,
That plausibly would cause myself to die
A second bleaker death-a soul to lack.
Without a soul, the hope of true salvation
Cannot endure inside a doubting heart;
For godless men can't build a strong foundation,
On which a poet's god applies his art.
       But god in me is not the God above:
       That honor I reserve for my true love.

(To be continued...)

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