Friday, June 04, 2010

Sonnet for Today

While most of Shakespeare's sonnets are beautiful and great works of literature there are only a handful that move me as much as his thirtieth sonnet. From the opening line through the whole poem I am in thrall to the truth of his poetic voice.


When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

- William Shakespeare

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