Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
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Poem: Sonnet LXIV

- William Shakespeare


When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.


This might make me weird, but: I periodically remind myself that the people I love are going to die. Not to dwell on it and make myself miserable over something that can't be avoided, but so that when it happens I'm not completely blindsided by it. In theory. I hope I don't have to test it for a good long time yet.
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