Saturday, July 22, 2017

"A Sonnet upon a Sonnet," interpreted by Fingall Fyffe from Fyvie, Scotland

Fingall Fyffe from Fyvie, Scotland presents his interpretation of a Robert Burns classic, A Sonnet upon a Sonnet:

Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings;
What magic myst'ries in that number lie!
Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings
That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly.
Fourteen full pounds the jockey's stone must be;
His age fourteen - a horse's prime is past.
Fourteen long hours too oft the Bard must fast:
Fourteen bright bumpers - bliss he ne'er must see!
Before fourteen, a dozen yields the strife;
Before fourteen - e'en thirteen's strength is vain.
Fourteen good years - a woman gives us life:
Fourteen good men - we lose that life again.
What lucubrations can be more upon it?
Fourteen good measured verses make a sonnet.

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