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Black Moon: Sonnet CXXVII

From my new series
of handmade papers
Black Moons
Black Moon #5 by Suzanne Coley

Another inspiration for series:

Sonnet CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
and beauty slander'd with a bastard shame,
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bow'r,
But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.
therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
Wm. Shakespeare

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