Would you like to know...

...what happens when Sara has been reading poetry (and writing about it!) for too long? Observe carefully...

First, she will do something like introduce her blog to a Shakespeare sonnet she randomly came across while looking for something else. (She would post the poem she was supposed to read, and what she wrote about it, but it takes a bit more thought and interpretation than this one, and blog readers are not known for sticking around forever to finish lengthy, scholarly posts. In fact, I would not be surprised if some of you do not last through a line or two of Sonnet 116).

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


Then she will rejoice because she does not think Shakespeare is in error (this time...don't get her started on "Nor Marble Nor Gilded Monuments"). She will look up I Corinthians 13 and think about the kind of love God wants us to have. Then she will remember the kind of diligence God wants us to have. She will look up diligence on an online dictionary and find that it means "constant and earnest effort to accomplish what is undertaken; persistent exertion of body or mind." She will remember her homework. She will find out what diligence is in French. "Assiduité". Interesting. She will remember that she has a French test on Friday. She will bid her dear readers "au revoir" and hit the publish button.

(Did you find out more than you really wanted to know?)