The time of the year (#2)
That time of year i'm withold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hold
these trees shake against the cold
where late the sweet birds are bold.
In me i see the light of the day
As after sunset in the south,
Which by and by blue sky they takes are gone,
Death's it self seals up in the west.
I am silver and strong.
I have do no wrong.
Whatever I see I swallow faithfully
Just as it is, hated by love or misterouslly
I am not cruel, only truthfully...
About Me
- 3sh@
- My name is iesha L. i am 15 i attend harper high school. i like to write poetry, because ot's a way to express how i feel and have a chance to test my abilty. i am good at two typing and writting.i have dreams of becoming a model,hairstylist,judge or lawer. i'm best skilled at communication & promoting music.
1 comment:
Neither William Shakespeare nor I appreciate that you stole his Sonnet73 and tried to pass it off as your own.
Are you even aware that publishing someone else's work as if it were your own is against the law, and that plagiarism is a serious offense in school? You were warned about this at the very beginning of the Poetry Unit. Do you realize how ridiculous this language sounds, considering that he lived in the 16th century.
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