A brief dialogue between a poet and his love–by Paul Burgess [In response to Shakespeare, “Sonnet 18”]*
“My dear, immortal’s what you’d surely be—
Preserved forever through these lines of verse.”
“To share Criseyde or Helen’s infamy?
What poets know as ‘fame’, I’d call a curse.”
*from Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18”
…in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.