Sonnet Double I

Sonnet II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: 
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; 
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
   This were to be new made when thou art old,
   And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

Shakespeare man. Shakespeare. I like Shakespeare now way more than I liked him before this class. Its totally because of Hamlet. Knowing that whoever Shakespeare was was able to put so many meanings into literally every word (even if I do not always believe there is as many purposeful layers as it appears there are) is just mind blowing. I also really enjoy his sonnets and sonnets in general actually. Love poetry makes me very happy. I wish I lived in a time where courting was a thing, except that's totally not true because I am way  impatient in general, but I wish my girlfriend wrote me love poetry. Well anyway, yes Shakespeare is good yes. Last month I did Shakespeare's first sonnet, so this time I decided to do his second one (which I have not even read yet but swagever). So for a quick recap of what it says, its basically like "when you are really old and wrinkly and people ask you where all of your beauty went, wouldn't it be great to have a child and say that's where it all went and then he could carry on your life when you are dead." If this poem is really addressed to Shakespeare's young man friend, then its super sad since they can not have children together. This actually kind of feels like a "we shouldn't do this because you can't have kids this way and I just want you to be happy" poem. Which is super sad but also super sweet because it shows how much Shakespeare loved this guy. Anyway, the whole theme of this sonnet, which for some reason feels shorter than most other sonnets, is growing old and having something to survive after you. That seems like a theme that is present throughout several of Shakespeare's sonnets, dying and having something left afterwards. That's sad. Shakespeare makes me sad. Unless I am totally missing it, there actually doesn't seem to be a couplet tie in this sonnet? There aren't any repeated words so. The volta is at the third quatrain where it changes from sad death to wishful remembrance or something. Basically this poem was way sadder than I thought it would be and now I'm sad.