Dreams are the most curious things, it's odd when they continue so far and become so vivid that you can recall in detail each facet of your sleep even hours and hours hence. I'm quite sick still and luckily do not have class today, and so i think this is a wonderful day to read something just for fun, rather than a textbook, and perhaps watch a good movie...maybe Gladiator or Shakespeare in Love, despite it's blatant inaccuracies. 

Perhaps i'll post some of my sonnets up here, i enjoy writing them so much. I used to write in italian form or I would even make up my own, but i've started experimenting with the Shakespearean style as well and find it most enjoyable. 

maybe for now though I'll just put up this one, and put up others later.

The moonlight played your eyes; a meadow song

to calm my senses that were then off key

distracted by the eyes whose melody

Mapped windows where my heart knew to belong.

A ring, a contradiction to impart

As you, Distraction, were in turns and ways

An aria to echo in each thought

That beat it's way so slyly to my heart

And gave me songs to sing for all my days.

The songs your loving eyes sso ably wrought 

Were treasures to behold, whose worth indeed

Would tinge the earthly faces green whose hold

On earthly wealth would slip away untold-

oh earthly riches, my love does precede! 

Sonnets to Orpheus is such an inspiring piece of work. I find it engrossing, especially since it was translated, so the sonnet form is imperfect, and yet i think that is what makes it so beautiful. The fields are becoming so lush and green as spring is hanging heavy in the air. I can't wait for her to aptly throw herself down onto the floor of the earth like a blanket. 

I think, if i were to go to England, i ought to go in April, just like Robert Browning wrote about: "Ah, to be in england, now that aprils there..."

it must be divine.