Sonnet 115, Wiktor Piechowski, Lodz Film School, Poland

Lodz Film School Poland Sonnet CXV Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million&accidents Creep in &vows and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp&intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time&tyranny, Might I not then say &I love you best,' When I was certain o&incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow? The project is supported by Fulbright grant Project coordinators