Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Sublime Shakey

SONNET 20

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Rufus Wainwright

8 comments:

  1. Fabulous fabulous Rufus...I love him so....thanks!

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  2. I remember being a fan of his father`s, Loudon the Third, guess that makes me the oldest person here!

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  3. That is amazing, thank you! :-)

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  4. Sara
    im with nana
    loudin was great
    but ruf ain't done too bad for himself
    ~rick

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