Sonnet 60

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Without further ado, my response to an amzing sonnet by an amazing author that no one at my school apreciates:
SHAKESPEARE! I know!

SONNET 60

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
   And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
   Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

So! Let us jump right in!
The first set of rhymes!
What it basically said to me was the following: waves constantly roll to shore, and our minutes quickly and constantly run out. Each wave takes the place of the one before it, and each minute replaces the one it follows. And, in sequence, hard work comes next.
And... moving on!
Christ's birth was once the new thing at it's "birth." But now it's maturity is growing as it grows older. When he said "main light" he meant the sun, and he meant guintessentially (in my eye) that time would be measured from that point. And then the "crooked elipse" (I am assuming ellipse was eclipse) was that over the years a shadow had fallen over the light.
Second to last grouping!
Time fixates on youth, and flourishes for them. Meaning when you're young, you see time ahead of you. And it jumps into the beauty of similarities, but still marvels at our differences. Then nothing is left but for his blade to cut those whose time has run out.
And the last two lines?
Shakespear hopes that his sonnet will make it through the time. He hopes people will still be praising them for what they're worth even after the heavy hand of time breaks them away.

I hope you all agree- I just thought I'd share with you one of my favorite poems.
I love this so much because I see the affects of time everyday of my life.
Agree? Disagree?
Yay!

LOVE YA!
Rex
(This weekend I'll post my latest dream and dissection Sunday, if any of you want to read it)
(Who am I kidding, no one's reading this! No one cares about my life!)
(Well... I do!)