1593, the sonnet craze is not just over but clich d so this is, in part, a self conscious attempt to re open something that is literarily done Ending with Cupid poems, for example, which conventionally start a sequence, attempts to shake up the form, but it feels a bit half hearted.
The sequence as a whole is fairly repetitive as it works through its phases the reproductive sonnets written to a beautiful male friend the master mistress of my passion , poems about the ravages of time, of memorialisation either through a child or poetry There s a little flurry of excitement when the friend betrays the poet narrator giving rise to some jealousy poems, offset later by their obverse as the poet narrator betrays the friend The later section from 127 ff transfers the poet narrator s obsession to a female mistress, conventionally cruel and beautiful For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art as black as hell, as dark as night Perhaps the most interesting development is the explicit triangulation of desire when the poet narrator accuses the friend and mistress of being lovers But being both from me, both to each friend I guess one angel in another s hell , where hell is Renaissance slang for vagina Throughout there is smutty word play spent , will , hell and some misogynistic slut shaming Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one but the sonnet form is overwhelmingly conventional with little variation in prosody, content or poetic form So, am I glad that I ve read these Yes But the individual sonnets and the sequence overall is a very poor cousin to the cleverness, narrative sophistication, variety, experimentation and sheer virtuosity of Astrophil and Stella.
I drifted through several lovely summer mornings lazing with this book in a suburban wilderness local park Paired with the inevitably blooming atmosphere, the poems and sonnets just seem so muchimpressive in hindsight I can look back on those moments reading this anthology and feel a pleasant postcoitalesque literary glow Every page of this book is covered with notes, and several poems and sonnets are even highlighted I don t think I ve ever appreciated poetry this much, and I doubt I ever will This goes out to the bard for writing some badass stuff Sonnets Overall 4 Stars Venus and Adonis 5 StarsThe Rape of Lucrece 4.
5 StarsThe Passionate Pilgrim 4.
8 Stars To the Queen 3 StarsLet the Bird of Loudest Lay The Phoenix and the Turtle 4 StarsA Lover s Complaint 3.
5 Stars I truly enjoyed reading these remarkable sonnets It was a difficult read because I m not used to read poetry And also the old language was at times difficult to understand I have to say that I learned new vocabulary, which I do love, even though sometimes it slowed me down or made me read a versethan twice I took my time to read these sonnets in the past few months They were like a special treat you give yourself after a delicious meal, a truffle, or a Belgian chocolate.
The mastery of Shakespeare s writing stands out throughout all the poems I m quoting a couple of passages that I felt drawn to because of their beauty If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say This poet lies Such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces 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 the vantage, double vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I do belong,That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong Love is not loveWhich 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 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.
It would be rather silly of me to review these Shakespearean poems The language is magnificent, and I don t really get involved in the shadiness of the Fair Youth It s enough that I ve had the joy of reading these eloquent demonstrations of love and yearning, one of those a ha confirmations of life s beauty.
This specific volume is an oldie, being printed in 1901 I have almost killed it, resulting in bookcover surgery The publishers included a lovely little glossary plus a preface to each work and fitted the book to smaller dimensions A gem.
Book Season Year Round words are easy like the wind Excluding the two major narrative poems Snooze It s not bad, just boring These days only two kinds of people genuinely like these those who can cope with Love and the Moon poetry, which, thematically, has been losing ground on my attention since I became an adult and those who are obsessed with Shakespeare s life, biographical and or psychological, who were satirised up to the eyeballs by Oscar Wilde I don t have that obsession.
The best part is the epitaphs, which are at least witty.
Love s not Time s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle s compass come.
From wiki Sonnet 18, often alternately titled Shall I compare thee to a summer s day , is one of the best known of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare In the sonnet, the poet compares his beloved to the summer season, and argues that his beloved is better The poet also states that his beloved will live on forever through the words of the poem Scholars have found parallels within the poem to Ovid s Tristia and As, both of which have love themes Sonnet 18 is written in the typical Shakespearean sonnet form, having 14 lines of iambic pentameter ending in a rhymed couplet Detailed exegeses have revealed several double meanings within the poem, giving it a greater depth of interpretation.
If thou survive my well contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune oncere survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp d by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought Had my friend s Muse grown with this growing age,A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I ll read, his for his loveWilliam Shakespeare, 1590 ish disputed There once was a young man called Will, Who couldn t be happy until, He d written a sonnet, And spent hours upon it, Only then could he kick back and chill Me, yesterday undisputed, alas OK, well I m not actually going to try to review the whole of Shakespeare s poetic output, obviously I m not nearly qualified enough to do so Instead, I ll just say that the bard is one of my favourite poets His work has resonated with me since I first studied it at school and I ve returned to it time and again over the years Actually, the fact that I know it so well enables me to just kick back and read it for pure, unadulterated pleasure, without the slightest taint of academia clawing away at my mind Bliss.
S At this stage, I am entirely bored of the whole did somebody else write Shakespeare s work and did Shakespeare even exist arguments Yawwwn The work exists, somebody wrote it, it was so long ago that the identity of the author doesn t actually matter any except to the most pedantic, tedious academics If you really must keep banging on about these issues, do me a favour and do it underneath somebody else s review I just want to enjoy the work.
I never thought much about Shakespeare, or really tried to investigate his writing beyond the plays I was forced to read, which is a shame His sonnets are lovely, and some of them are supremely clever I love the inversions in sonnet 130, for example, and the sting in the tail of sonnet 18, shall I compare thee to a summer s day