Let there be light!

Well now this is a first for one such as myself, never before have I attempted to construct such a monstrosity that is this blog. It may not be a monstrosity as of yet, however given time and patience it will grow into something I may come to adore.

Already the distractions grow, the time spent creating this page was previously devoted to the re-arrangement of my room. A quick glance would show the job only half done, objects of worth and interest lay abandoned and unplaced, strewn about the chamber forgotten.

It is rather late so rather then banter pointlessly as I have above I'll get straight to the point of my first post.

I recently visited my former high school on a whim to visit old acquaintances or teachers as some would call them. Shortly after arrival I hovered outside my old English classroom in a sense eavesdropping on their lesson, thats when the words took hold. The teacher who I can't name at this time recited one of my most favorite Sonnets;

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,

Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Now proud as an enjoyer and anon

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,

Now counting best to be with you alone,

Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight

And by and by clean starved for a look;

Possessing or pursuing no delight,

Save what is had or must from you be took.

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,

Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

I would hope that upon reading the sonnet you would be able to pick the author. For those unable to place the name he would be referred to as one;

William Shakespeare

I can't say how far I traveled down memory lane after hearing those words, suffice to say It was to my earlier years.

Enough rambling it's getting late, I sought to create my first ever blog entry and have done just that however boring it may be.

I'll finish this post off with yet another of my favorite sonnets;

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see

Save that my soul's imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

For thee and for myself no quiet find.