George Meredith "Sonnet to your eyes" Poem animation

Heres a virtual movie of the English poet and novelist George Meredith reading his sonnet "Lady, this my sonnet to your eyes" (" Modern Love XXX: What Are We First") from his 50-poem sequence of 16-line sonnets called "Modern Love". Iwhich has also been called "a novelette in sonnet form". George Meredith, OM (February 12, 1828 May 18, 1909) was an English novelist and poet during the Victorian era. George Meredith, English author and poet, is known for his romantic comedy writings. He is famous for The Egoist, considered his masterpiece. Notable for his brilliant prose, Oscar Wilde described him as 'a prose Browning.' His critical essay On Comedy and the Uses of the Comic Spirit (1897) is a highly regarded comedy in literature. Early Life of George Meredith George Meredith was born on February 12, 1828, in Portsmouth, southern England. He was the son of a tailor and claimed to be descended from Welsh princes. His mother's family had set aside money to pay for his education. Part of his education was at a school in Germany run by the Moravian Church at Neuwied, a Protestant group. Early Works and Marital Life At the age of 17, he began his career as an apprentice to a lawyer but more interested in writing, he soon gave up law to write poems and articles in magazines. At 21, he married the widowed daughter of Thomas Love Peacock, Mary Ellen Nicholls. He first published the short work prose, The Shaving of Shagpat, when he was 27 years old. It is a fantastic tale in ...

"Write a Modern Love Sonnet"

So... this was an exercise at Creative Writing Soc, that I finished the next day. The meter is off and there are a few issues with the rhyme scheme, but not too shabby (for a first sonnet.. cut me some slack!). Here's the complete poem: Write a modern love sonnet Not so much love as its ghost. Not so much lost as stuck In a mind endlessly playing host To agonising imaginings of one last look. Its the cliché of the late night tears; Curling up to defend against the endless lonely crush; Squeezing eyes tight shut to avoid the accumulating fears; Remembering your kiss in my hair as you whisper a comforting, shush. And lately, the tantalising moments when I wrongly Believe that I might just might be ready to leave All this behind; when I grasp so desperately, so strongly At the straws of attraction to a random Tom or Steve. In my head the conservation, long suspended, starts again and I realise now that itll never be ended.