Friday, January 18, 2008
"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."
Last week I posted a sonnet by John Donne for Friday Poetry. This sonnet by William Shakespeare is another one I have loved since before I understood the form. The first three lines just blow me away. Now that I've reached middle age and been a parent for over 20 years it makes even more sense. The way children grow and change so fast your love is always scrambling to keep up with them. Alterations, tempests, wandering barks, time's foolishness, rosy cheeks; it's all here. Thanks be to God for the stars and the ever-fixed mark.
You can find the complete catalog of Shakespeare's sonnets at this site, as well as "Comments, interpretations, explanations, history and exegesis."
Friday Poetry is over at Becky's Farm School