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But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? To give away yourself, keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. There is another level he is defining here, a higher level of cardinality, where art itself can play a role. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
In many of the popular readings of Shakespeare, there is a tendency to get lost in some of the romantic characteristics. Despite that, Sonnet is a true emblem of the marriage vow, often being recited at weddings and used as the quintessential declaration of true love. In it, Shakespeare develops the idea of love as something that transcends time and space. Man and woman, through love, assume a kind of strength which is unvanquishable and can in a certain way overcome all elements.
Love in this sense partakes in the eternal, the one, and so through Love, we also may participate in this eternal, this one.
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still.
- Knaphill (All in One Place).
- Siciliani si nasce (Italian Edition)?
Which minds is he referring to? Only ten weeks after they were married, Elizabeth gave birth to a girl. It would also explain certain intrigues around that time. It is not our purpose to try and convince people of these findings. That being said, availing ourselves of such a hypothesis in order to situate the context of this later series and account for the irony at the beginning of Sonnet , proves to be surprisingly useful.
It becomes helpful in aiding one picture the possibilities and scenarios which speak to the kinds of sub-narratives Shakespeare explicitly refers to throughout many of the sonnets in the series. In the case the hypothesis is relatively correct, then Sonnet becomes a formidable example of that biting irony which is so characteristic of the bard.
We recommend the reader at least give the sonnet a genuine reading aloud and try to play around with the different possibilities involved in its recitation. In this light, it becomes interesting to follow this sonnet up with these lines from Sonnet Book both my wilfulness and errors down, And on just proof surmise accumulate; Bring me within the level of your frown, But shoot not at me in your wakened hate; Since my appeal says I did strive to prove The constancy and virtue of your love.
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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust; Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad. Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
The woman he loved, has yet chosen another course for her life it seems, but he cannot seem to let go whether the Elizabeth Vernon narrative be entirely accurate or not ; he is conflicted with the different feelings of desire, fear, loss. Thus the struggle with sense perception, and of overcoming even the greatest sense of power which our unbridled feelings might have, leads us to the contemplation of mind and its role in our true happiness. Whether the narrative of Elizabeth Vernon is fully correct or not, is in this case secondary to understanding the sonnet in its context, however it does help to serve as a kind of predicate, or device by which to imagine the sort of circumstances under which this kind of series of hypothesis and of conflicting emotions might have arisen.
It also helps to humanize Shakespeare, and helps us to not be so vain as to imagine some great individual above all human folly and error. In our estimation, it is not diminutive to speculate on these kinds of issues about Shakespeare, it is all the more powerful to consider that such a human being, who struggled with many of the complexities of life which all our fellow human beings struggle with, was yet able to overcome himself, through his commitment to creativity, and ascend to the awesome heights of the immortal bard.
This series is the record of his journey. See sonnets for a full depiction of the battle between sense and mind, between the commitment to truth and love, and the deceptions of lust and ego —. In Sonnet 55 Shakespeare asserts the primacy of his poetic power, as that force, which defies the elements — that which is immortal.
Of all the subjects he chooses to write about, he chooses love, and as a show of his love, his rhyme becomes the vehicle by which to immortalize it. On a higher level, this also demonstrates the power of love itself, of Agape, of selfless love, and of love for mankind, which is that force which moves one to create that which overcomes all worldly obstacles. Arguably the most famous of the Shakespeare sonnets, and definitely one of the most beautiful, Shakespeare uses the device of making a series of comparisons, which shows up in its inverted form in Sonnet , in order to show how his Love yet surpasses any idea of comparison.
In that sense, the only way to go beyond, is to write that which exceeds all these notions of beauty, whereby, through his art, which captures what nothing else can, he immortalizes his love.
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Because of the tenderness and ideality of this particular sonnet, its use of such delicate images to convey this great sense of beauty, we are compelled to say it is truly one of the most beautiful. Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame; Whether we are mended, or where better they, Or whether revolution be the same.
Oh sure I am the wits of former days, To subjects worse have given admiring praise. Shakespeare here contemplates, how do we know something as beautiful as his love has not already been written? Is what he is attempting to do all in vain? Shakespeare stands at the point of a new Renaissance, he stands in the shadow of the ancient Greek renaissance, and in the shadow of the Italian Golden Renaissance, whose sonetto form he has adopted and fitted to the English language.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Thus Time increases its worth! This concept defines the true nature of immortality, which every individual human being may partake in. O fearful meditation! Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? Here the balance of historical time, of clock time, is counterposed with the most delicate images: how can such things hold a plea, when even the greatest of monuments must yield to Time?
This is the question every mortal must ask in contemplating the purpose of their lives. The power of Love and creativity combined, are the force, which can in a very real sense move mountains, and have the power to accomplish that which seems impossible. In this poem, Shakespeare uses the octet to present the conflict. He introduces the resolution in the following quartet and concludes the matter with the couplet.
Shakespeare challenges us by shifting the expected iambs in several places. The first feet of lines 5,6, and 10 seem to require a spondic interpretation with a heavy accent on both syllables. Whether Shakespeare did this intentionally for some purpose or whether he was simply fudging is hard to tell.
What is clear, however, is that Shakespeare understood that the sonnet was made for man, and not man for the sonnet, and rather than criticize him for straying from strict adherence to poetic laws carved in stone, we should learn from his poetic license how the Muse who created such laws is also free to rework them when necessary.
The anomalous feminine endings in lines 9 and 11 only serve to emphasize the freedom Shakespeare enjoyed in writing this sonnet. To further illustrate this point, note how Shakespeare breaks all the rules in Sonnets which is composed of only 12 lines and arranged in 6 couplets and which is written in iambic tetrameter rather than the expected pentameter. Although included in the collection, are they real sonnets in alternative forms? Or are they something else entirely? For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace. Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds. The poem is written as if making a complaint to the sun for luring the poet outside without a cloak with the promise of a beautiful day only to disappear behind rainclouds and leaving him soaked to the bone. The poet knows the injustice would not be remedied even if the sun should offer an apology, for the apology would not in any way remove the humiliation and discomfort suffered by the poet in getting drenched. This is a sweet sentiment beautifully expressed with a very satisfying resolution to the conflict ie.
Note how in this poem unlike 29 above Shakespeare exhausts all three quartets in presenting the problem while delaying resolution until the closing couplet. A frequent variation in his sonnets. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. The poet, separated from the one he loves, finds the normal cycle of life reversed as daylight, with its laborious distractions, forces him to look at things he has no interest in. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
O fearful meditation! Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil or beauty can forbid? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright. These two sonnets were clearly intended to be read as one poem insofar that the first, taken by itself, is unresolved and ends in a most unsatisfying manner.
The second poem, without the context of the first, is incomprehensible. Taken together, however, they form a remarkably well thought-out whole. The first sonnet introduces the observation that all things wear out and decay. The second poem asks four questions, each seeking a way to either avoid or cheat the inevitability of death.
The iambic pentameter is maintained intact in both sonnets along with a masculine ending to every line. I find the overall effect of this double sonnet to be both sadly dark and stunningly beautiful at the same time. That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This poem has been interpreted in a variety of ways. The second quartet presents the same theme but uses the images of sunset, twilight, the end of day, and the approach of darkness as metaphors for the imminent arrival of death and the inevitable grief and loss it will bring to those bound in love. The third quartet introduces the image of the poet being reduced to ash by a fire fueled by the very sap no doubt referring to his all-consuming love which once gave him life.
The closing couplet twists the tragedy into a victory where even sickness and death cannot dissuade one person from loving another until the end. The overall theme is most certainly an allusion to the vows made during the celebration of marriage; vows no doubt made by Shakespeare himself on the day of his wedding to Anne Hathaway. And forsaking all other kepe thee only to her, so long as you both shall live? With mine own weakness being best acquainted, Upon thy part I can set down a story Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted, That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too, For bending all my loving thoughts on thee, The injuries that to myself I do, Doing thee vantage, double vantage me. Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. By not burning the bridge that once united them, this tactic also preserves the hope they may one day be reconciled. I find this warped interpretation of true love enchanting, amusing and hilarious.
It is the sort of scenario that Shakespeare so masterfully weaves into his comedies. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. This sonnet, along with 18 and , is most rightly one of the three most beloved of all the sonnets.
As far as I am concerned, Sonnet represents Shakespeare in his prime and at his best. It is unequaled in so many ways that for me to reference them all would not only take more words than I am willing to invest in writing them, but more time and effort than you the reader are likely willing to expend in reading them. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. What is this?
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Who would dare to write such a poem? And who would have the audacity to believe that such a verse would find acceptance anywhere or by anyone? Despite my protestations, I do concede that I am numbered among the vast multitude who lists this sonnet as one of their favorites — but why? I would like to suggest that it is because each of us is painfully aware that we can never measure up to the standards of perfection expected and demanded of us by the world—a world that not only thrives on the exploitation of beauty but celebrates its unattainable perfection in the art of portraiture, photography Diane Arbus excepted , cinema and commercial advertising.
We live in an airbrushed age where face-lifts and make-up, buffed abs, boob jobs, and anorexic waistlines define who is and who is not beautiful. In the face of all this, his defiance of such orthodox cultural standards in writing Sonnet is nothing short of iconoclastic. In so doing, we are able to join Shakespeare in celebrating the awesome truth that we can, in fact, be beautiful just as we are, and that true love is blind to the frivolous and otherwise specious standards of culture that demeans, prescribes, exploits, delegitimatizes, co-opts, corrupts and in every other imaginable way, seeks to turn our precious humanity into a commodity.
In the end, and in spite of his full embrace of the entrenched misogyny of his day, Shakespeare was inspired to see through the illusion long enough to capture the scandalously redemptive value of true love in Sonnet Which can say more Than this rich praise,—that you alone are you? A great list. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Wanna see?! Very enjoyable essay, James. I had never before read Sonnet Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention!
Just a side note. By the way, I appreciate the comments made thus far, especially regarding the embedded sonnets in Romeo and Juliet which I failed to note.