Divine Domains

Entering domains of the Divine dwelling within each of us if
only we nourish our interior lives with prayer and contempla-
tion while on earth.

A vast supply of faith and hope being kept and stored safely
for times of suffering, hardship and turmoil in this earthly

Knowing that without an interior spiritual life there'd be
nothing worthwhile; God being all, trusting in His many
promises with this heart.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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Although this sonnet follows the previous one in requesting that the woman be kind to him and take pity on him, it differs considerably from its predecessors. It takes the form of a lengthy simile in which the beloved is compared to a flustered housewife, the poet's rival is a chicken in flight, and the poet himself is a tear-stained, blubbering child. Not exactly the sort of images which exalt the participants in any way. This is far removed from the typical Petrarchan sonnet in which the beloved is a goddess or a saint, the lover is a penitent hermit clothed in sackcloth, and no rivals are seen unless they are permitted to adore and wonder from a safe distance. Nevertheless the Petrarchan tradition had been expanded by Italian and French sonneteers to include far-fetched and curious comparisons, and their influence had spread to the English sonnet writers, who blatantly borrowed from their Continental counterparts, usually without any acknowledgement.
The use of extended similes in poetry dates back to the epic poems of Homer - The Iliad and The Odyssey, of about 900 - 700 BC. Chapman was working on his translation of Homer at about this time, for some books of The Iliad were published in 1598. The works would have been known before that in Latin translations. The poetry of Virgil, especially his epic poem The Aeneid, was also well known to the Elizabethans. It is difficult to guess how much Shakespeare might have been influenced and inspired by these sources. shakespeares-sonnets.com/
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Deserted and abandoned, e'en Will It seems needs love To load with ink his gifted quill