Jonathan,
Since I was critical let me eat a little crow and be the first to say,
"Thank you".
Seems like Ezra changed the rhyme scheme.
Charles
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>From: "Jonathan P. Gill" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: pound's shakespearean sonnet
>Date: Wed, Jan 9, 2002, 9:07 AM
>
> Dear Poundians:
>
> Here, as promised, is my transcription of the aforementioned handwritten
> sonnet from Pound dated 1900. I've also included the Shakespeare sonnet
> on which it's based. Enjoy!
>
> Jonathan Gill
> Columbia University
>
> Let not my love be called Tom Foolery
> If when my praises fall I do depart.
> If unlike my songs of praise would be
> Count me not fickle for my changeful heart,
> If in my art you wish diversity
> How shall my love be one alway the same
> Count not my way wordless perversity
> If all my rimes call not upon one name
> Say I am steadfast in the difference
> Say I am true, tho truth should seem untruth
> Say tis the mind that loves and not the sense
> Say what you will of me but know forsooth
> My love is changeless through all-changing time.
> I love that one who needs me most to rime.
>
>
> Shakespeare's "Sonnet 105":
>
> Let not my love be called idolatry,
> Nor my belovèd as an idol show,
> Since all alike my songs and praises be
> To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
> Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind
> Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
> Therefore my verse, to constancy confined,
> One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
> Fair, kind, and true is all my argument,
> Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
> And in this change is my invention spent,
> Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
> Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone,
> Which three till now never kept seat in one.
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