Sonnet 116

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-fixèd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.

Williams Shakespeare, 1564-1616

p/s: First day of Shakespeare yesterday, we already learned a sonnet! By God, I was completely lost the first time I saw this sonnet. Thank God, my lecturer came to the rescue! I bet Shakespeare must have died in despair, due to severe brain-mutilation. Poor him. My lecturer said, the problem with Shakespeare was, he had an enormous range of vocabularies, and he wasn't shy to use the strangest ones. Indeed, his brain has put me to shame! Gotta boil my Longman and drink it up!

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safwan said...

took me two whole days, but i think i understand what he was trying to say.

Aziz said...

two days is fine.
Now if you got the time, go and google "One Day I wrote Her Name Upon the Strand" by Edmund Spenser.

Nice poem, too. :)