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 ---------- >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.