There’s a lot of stuff I don’t write as me. I usually don’t write essays and laboratory reports as me. Drives my tutors up the wall, because I have a different writing voice each week. And I never write poetry as me. In fact, I’ve only got one character who can write convincing poetry. I even have to recite it as her, or it doesn’t work.
So here we go again. This sonnet has a specific subject, and a specific date.
How dared I bear thee forth into the light?
How dared I touch thy innocent, perfect face
With tainted fingers? Now into the night
Pray let me creep, and hide, and find a place
Where I may still annihilate my shame
By self-removal. Woe that I was born!
Alas that there was given me a name
Who namest thee. O, weep and be forlorn.
Let now the tears flow freely from thy eyes.
Both gods and jealous mortals plot our ruin,
And I cannot defend thee. My light shines
More dimly hourly; to my doom I run.
Yet for these few short instants, thou hast been
Mine immortality, my glimpse of heaven.