David Rose's Blog: Nights Bright Days - Posts Tagged "red-katya"
First announcement
I am now working on a new book, working title "Red Katya", and I have just posted a teaser segment on my website. This will be the prologue to the new book. Actually, the book looks like it may be a trilogy, as it is going to be a grand fantasy in the classic style. If not a trilogy then it is going to be one fat book. I am absolutely delighted with the story-line I have worked out, so am writing fast!
Nights Bright Days
Notes from an occasional writer, chiefly in the realm of dream and fantasy, whence this title. And no, there is no apostrophe!
Shakespeare's Sonnet 43:
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For a Notes from an occasional writer, chiefly in the realm of dream and fantasy, whence this title. And no, there is no apostrophe!
Shakespeare's Sonnet 43:
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. ...more
Shakespeare's Sonnet 43:
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For a Notes from an occasional writer, chiefly in the realm of dream and fantasy, whence this title. And no, there is no apostrophe!
Shakespeare's Sonnet 43:
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. ...more
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