Poetry Month: Sonnet 20

We just can't celebrate Poetry Month without including Shakespeare! I have a handful of favorite sonnets, but today I decided to post one of his slashiest.


Sonnet 20
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
. Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Poetry Month: Recs

If you haven't already friended copperbadge, what are you waiting for? Sam is a brilliant writer, and he's proving it once again this month. While most of us are posting favorite poems for Poetry Month, Sam is posting original poems. And they're wonderful!

Go; read:
Little Known Facts
For Cathy, On Taking the Oath
For the Artist in Wartime

Update 4/16: A tragic shooting today; Sam has captured our mood. Elegy for April Sixteenth, in Virginia
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Forgive my ignorance

I've been seeing "PWN" and its variations (PWNed, PWNage, PWNing) quite a bit lately, but I haven't been able to figure out what it means. Help?

Thanks in advance!