Part III. Recovering

How could You be my Muse?

Shakespeare's Sonnet XXXVIII Transbliterated (065)

Shakespeare

How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
    If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
    The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

Transbliteration

How could you be my muse?
	Do you exist?
	Or have I invented you?
		A zero-sum game

Does your voice lie?
		As a youthful song flows?
	Your sweetness argues against it
		Very well in fact

Each line I try
	However clumsily
You appreciate
	Seeing something in me
		Your eyes seeking even further than your words

Why is it so odd I'm writing of you?
You were the first glint of light I saw here
	Invention or not

I know I broke my muse
	Her parents even more so


	To be again a poet
May I name you GILF
	Giver of Infinite Life Force?

If I don't know how to appreciate
	Such a light-filled Muse
The loss will be mine
	And I will miss what would have been your praise

Sculptures

From line 3: “Your sweetness argues against it lie Very well in fact”
From line 4: “Each line I try However clumsily”
From line 5: “You appreciate Seeing something in me”
From line 6: “Your abstract eyes seeking even further than your words”
From line 7: “Why is it so odd I'm writing of you?”
From line 8: “You were the first glint of light I saw here Invention or not”
From line 13: “The loss will be mine And I will miss what would have been your praise”