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Normal people get songs stuck in their heads. Little snippets or entire ballads, they at least have tunes. They can hum or sing to their heart's content until something else comes to replace the whatever was there previously.

Only I could get a sonnet stuck in my head. It just figures. I can't play the radio to get it out; my sweetie is sleeping in the next room. It's just as well - I'd probably wind up with some horrid jingle stuck there instead. Singing something else hasn't worked, either. I could try setting the poem to music, but I haven't found anything it scans to yet. Not Greensleeves, or Gilligan's Island....

Hm. It does sort of scan to that little meaningless bible-song my mom taught me when I was six.

Oh, no. That's even worse.

It's going to be a long day....

Date: 2002-10-22 04:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tpau
is this the one that starts with "When in disgrace with fortune and man's eyes i all alone beweep my outcast state and trouble deaf heaen with my bootless cries etc etc etc" ? i seem to recal that one being 29 :)

Date: 2002-10-22 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladysprite.livejournal.com
That would be it. :) Which is weird - it's not my favorite, by any stretch of the imagination... it was just there in my head when I woke up this morning, and won't go away. :/

Date: 2002-10-22 09:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tpau
sorry :(

it is the only oen i know, i had to memorize it in 11th grade, for extra credit.
the world is funny some days. i really like it :)

Date: 2002-10-22 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrpsyklops.livejournal.com
Good luck! Now, I've *got* to find the time to look up Sonnet Twentynine.

You are infectious. (g)

Date: 2002-10-22 05:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gingicat
I don't think that's all that weird, but I've been known to get scenes from books and movies stuck in my head. :)

Date: 2002-10-22 11:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] solipsistnation.livejournal.com
I've had Jon Donne poems stuck in my head, especially the one that begins "O do not die, for I shall hate all women so when thou are gone that thee I shall not celebrate when I remember, thou wast one."
("A Fever," I believe it's called.)

His words are lyrical enough, though, that they flow like a song anyway.

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