Part III. Recovering

I'd Stopped Thinking altogether of Love

Shakespeare's Sonnet LXIII Transbliterated (089)

Shakespeare

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’erworn;
When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life:
    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
    And they shall live, and he in them still green.

Transbliteration

I'd stopped thinking altogether of love
	How it could be
	How it is Now


	Reaching
		Again and again
Time eroded my hand
	Until even the blood was drained
	Though my face was flush


	Straight and rugged
The tomorrows of youth
Could be seen
	Through the densest night

Yet all the beauty
	Of which Now is the king
Would disappear and dissolve
	Towards the horizon

Robbed of Spring's treasures
	How could I grow?


	While the knife was cruel
		That cut off a decade of memories
I'm now grafted to a stronger root
	Life flowing through a sweeter love
	A beautiful white
		Outlined in black

What can grow forever?
	A love
		Kept fresh
		Now

Sculptures

From line 2: “Reaching Again and again Time eroded my stylized hand, medium-shot of a statue on the ground”
From line 3: “Until even the implied blood was drained Though my face was flush”
From line 5: “The tomorrows of implied youth Through the densest abstract night”
From line 7: “all the beauty Would disappear and dissolve Towards the horizon”
From line 8: “Robbed of metaphorical Spring's treasures How could I grow?”
From line 9: “How could I grow While the knife was cruel That cut off a decade of memories”
From line 11: “Life flowing through a sweeter love”