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Shilpa KarhikShakespeare - Sonnet 33
May 9th 2006 07:41
This is my favourite of Shakespeare's sonnets, probably because in high school it was the first one I could understand without a glossary and an explanation, so it's one of the most familiar to me. Like many of the sonnets about the young man, it expresses regret at the inconstancy of love and beauty, and seems to be inspired by moodiness or lack of interest on the part of the young man. But this behaviour doesn't make the narrator love "his sun" any less--he likens it to a cloud passing over the sun and dimming its beauty. The young man is a "sun of the world", and if heaven's sun, the perfect sun, isn't always shining brightly, a lesser sun of the world cannot be expected to either. The young man's behaviour is considered temporary, as a cloud passing, and is no fair representation of his essential character. Of course, this could just be the narrator making excuses for him!
SONNET 33
by William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
SONNET 33
by William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
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