Thursday, April 23, 2009

Shakespeare and his Sonnets

Happy Shakespeare's Birthday! Today is the accepted birth and death date of the late, great William Shakespeare. In honour of such a momentous occasion, I'll share one of his sonnets, as in fact I did last year (but not the same one!) This particular sonnet, #60, hopes that readers in posterity will defeat time's erasures. I think he has achieved that goal.

Sonnet 60

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.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight
And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow;
And yet, to times, in hope, my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.


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