Journey by Steve Shanks
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24"x30" on gallery wrapped stretched canvas
HOW heavy do I journey on the way
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measur'd from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, 5
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, 10
Which heavily he answers with a groan
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind:
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems. 1914.
Sonnet L.
"How heavy do I journey on the way"
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