Sonnet II A more serious man would take offence At the insult I shouldered in disgust. Reacting how I did is common sense: How could I bring you back into my trust? I'll let our friendship chain degrade and rust, Devote no time to cruel back biting knaves Who weep false tears claiming treatment unjust, While casting dust on relationship graves. I'll seek out open waters, rolling waves, Take in the sounds of freedom by the shore, And break the rusting chain that kept us slaves: I'll not be called a victim anymore. Your words designed to crush me now evolve The ever growing faith in my resolve.
Edmund Spenser, English poet, died today in 1599.
James Joyce, Irish writer, died today in 1941.