Memory

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1. WorldWideWeber says:

   May 1, 2011 at 12:11 am

   Let’s see how much is still there …

   That time of year thou may’st in me behold
   When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
   Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
   Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang. [this part has never left me]
   In me thou see’st the closing* twilight of such day,
   As after sunset fadeth in the west,
   Which by and by black night doth take away,
   Death’s second self that seals up all in rest. [this is usually easy to recall as well]
   In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
   That on the ashes of its his youth doth lie,
   As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
   Consum’d by that which it was nourished by. [this quatrain is always trouble]
     This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
     To love that well which thou must leave ere long. [the couplet is a cinch]

   I didn’t get all the punctuation right, but who cares? And I don’t always remember which number it is (it’s Sonnet LXXIII).

   Because there’s a lot of information for a QR code, it may take a while for your phone to decode it. It took mine about 15–20 seconds.
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   *Damn! I knew that. Blogging jitters.

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