SONNET 116
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! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare
I think that this sonnet is talking about a true love. The love will never waver or die and will stand strong until the end of time. However, the poet says that he might be wrong, because no man has ever loved like that. I feel like the poem presents a quite sweet and loving message, but the end is a bit deflating. I guess I do like this one. It's really heart-warming, but the end is appreciated because I regard it as the truth. At least, the truth as far as I know now.
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! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare
I think that this sonnet is talking about a true love. The love will never waver or die and will stand strong until the end of time. However, the poet says that he might be wrong, because no man has ever loved like that. I feel like the poem presents a quite sweet and loving message, but the end is a bit deflating. I guess I do like this one. It's really heart-warming, but the end is appreciated because I regard it as the truth. At least, the truth as far as I know now.
SONNET 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare
I think that this sonnet is also another love poem. This one talks about how the poet's lover is as beautiful as a summer's day, but even better. Her beauty is eternal and she is mild and amazing. This also is giving a sweet and loving feeling. The emotions are definitely love and awe and admiration and appreciation for the poet's lover. This is a really nice poem that I like a lot, and have liked for a long time. It's a poem that paints a picture in your mind- and not just one picture. You see pictures of the perfect summer day, and you start to picture the person that this poem is written about. I think it's applicable to most people on this earth because everyone's liked another at some point in their lives, even if it's not in a romantic way.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare
I think that this sonnet is also another love poem. This one talks about how the poet's lover is as beautiful as a summer's day, but even better. Her beauty is eternal and she is mild and amazing. This also is giving a sweet and loving feeling. The emotions are definitely love and awe and admiration and appreciation for the poet's lover. This is a really nice poem that I like a lot, and have liked for a long time. It's a poem that paints a picture in your mind- and not just one picture. You see pictures of the perfect summer day, and you start to picture the person that this poem is written about. I think it's applicable to most people on this earth because everyone's liked another at some point in their lives, even if it's not in a romantic way.
Sonnet XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
To me, this sonnet is about a person who wants to be loved for him or herself. She (let's just say it's a she because the poet is a she) says that it's better to be loved truly for love, and not because the other person feels required to or because of one aspect of her. It's rather sad, but hopeful and sincere, and I like that. It's real. It's not something that over-glorifies love, and it's a lesson that some people might need.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
To me, this sonnet is about a person who wants to be loved for him or herself. She (let's just say it's a she because the poet is a she) says that it's better to be loved truly for love, and not because the other person feels required to or because of one aspect of her. It's rather sad, but hopeful and sincere, and I like that. It's real. It's not something that over-glorifies love, and it's a lesson that some people might need.
Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now)
Women have loved before as I love now
At least, in lively chronicles of the past--
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded—here and there,
Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,
I find some woman bearing as I bear
Love like a burning city in the breast.
I think however that of all alive
I only in such utter, ancient way
Do suffer love; in me alone survive
The unregenerate passions of a day
When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread,
Heedless and willful, took their knights to bed.
- Edna St Vincent Millay
I think that this sonnet has to do with one of the emotions that are connected to love. It's not just love, but also lust I think, that's in this poem. The poem is about how it's not only the poet who feels like she does, but it's women everywhere and everywhen. She travels back into history to examine the emotion. It's raw and elegant at the same time. The poem is like an evil queen falling in love. So in conclusions, I like it. This sonnet has a different feeling from the others, because it's a bit more... grungier? I'm not sure how to define it, but it leaves a bittersweet (but mostly bitter) taste in your mouth because it's so raw and straight-forward.
Women have loved before as I love now
At least, in lively chronicles of the past--
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded—here and there,
Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,
I find some woman bearing as I bear
Love like a burning city in the breast.
I think however that of all alive
I only in such utter, ancient way
Do suffer love; in me alone survive
The unregenerate passions of a day
When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread,
Heedless and willful, took their knights to bed.
- Edna St Vincent Millay
I think that this sonnet has to do with one of the emotions that are connected to love. It's not just love, but also lust I think, that's in this poem. The poem is about how it's not only the poet who feels like she does, but it's women everywhere and everywhen. She travels back into history to examine the emotion. It's raw and elegant at the same time. The poem is like an evil queen falling in love. So in conclusions, I like it. This sonnet has a different feeling from the others, because it's a bit more... grungier? I'm not sure how to define it, but it leaves a bittersweet (but mostly bitter) taste in your mouth because it's so raw and straight-forward.
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