Sonnet 30 (William Shakespeare)

[Brighitta]

Sorry, I had to move this from the announcement thread! I hope you don't mind, Jane.

jane:
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This is one of Shakespeare's Sonnets. I love it to death.


Sonnet 30


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 restor'd and sorrows end.

[subtlecollision]

That is beautiful; my eyes are nearly watering. I had to write a sonnet for school once. It isn't nearly as good as this.

[Catherine]

Did you expect to rival Shakespeare??

This is a beautiful poem. I love Shakespeare's sonnets. I like how, in his work, even if you don't understand all the phrases, you can usually pick up on the mood of the piece.

[subtlecollision]

No, I just expected it to be somewhat good.

[Catherine]

I bet it is. Post it somewhere!!