Ideas on Shakespeare's progression in 3 sonnets: Reckoning, recognizing, ranting

69 (reckoning) 94 (expense--thrift) 129 (expense--spent)

Ideas on Blake's "The Sick Rose" and Celan's "Psalm"

Psalm (translated by Michael Hamburger)

No one moulds us again out of earth and clay,
no one conjures our dust.
No one.
Praised be your name, no one.
For your sake
we shall flower.
Towards
you.

A nothing
we were, are, shall
remain, flowering:
the nothing-, the no one's rose.

With
our pistil soul-bright,
with our stamen heaven-ravaged,
our corolla red
with the crimson word which we sang
over, O over
the thorn.
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Now, that's just not as good a translation as this one:

Psalm (Psalm)
by Paul Celan (translated John Felstiner)

No one kneads us again out of earth and clay,
no one incants our dust. No one.

Blessèd art thou, No One.
In thy sight would
we bloom.
In thy
spite.

A Nothing
we were, are now, and ever
shall be, blooming:
the Nothing-, the
No-One's-Rose.

With
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corona red
from the purpleword we sang
over, O over
the thorn.