I really like... sonnets!?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
[Mood | Tired]
I have a love affair with sonnets. I know, completely weird. What's even weirder is... I hate (ok, don't like) poetry.
In high school one of my favorite classes was Shakespeare. (I know, I'm a dork). The only reason I probably enjoyed this class so much was because a) I had an awesome teacher; b) it was an easy A and c) I had some really cool friends in the class.
About a 1/3 of the class was devoted to Shakespearean Sonnets. I hope everyone knows "generally" what a sonnet is, but I'll put the description here anyway.
According to Wikipedia:
So in my Shakespeare class, I had to analyze Sonnet 14:
I wrote one sonnet and I have an original version and a slightly (very slightly) edited version. I've posted them here:
Version 1:
Version 2:
Version 2 was slightly edited because I wrote it for a S.B.D. and left it on the corner of Ridge & Powell.
Anyway, sonnets. For some reason I was reading my old blog entries and I stumbled upon these sonnets again and thought it'd be interesting to bring the topic back up now that I seem to be writing a lot of blog entries again.
~Joannie~
[Weather | Chilly]
[Listening | Nothing]
I have a love affair with sonnets. I know, completely weird. What's even weirder is... I hate (ok, don't like) poetry.
In high school one of my favorite classes was Shakespeare. (I know, I'm a dork). The only reason I probably enjoyed this class so much was because a) I had an awesome teacher; b) it was an easy A and c) I had some really cool friends in the class.
About a 1/3 of the class was devoted to Shakespearean Sonnets. I hope everyone knows "generally" what a sonnet is, but I'll put the description here anyway.
According to Wikipedia:
The sonnet is one of the poetic forms that can be found in lyric poetry from Europe. The term "sonnet" derives from the Occitan word sonet and the Italian word sonetto, both meaning "little song". By the thirteenth century, it had come to signify a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure.
So in my Shakespeare class, I had to analyze Sonnet 14:
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
Yeah, Shakespearean English can be such a hassle to read and analyze, but there are really great translations and analysis all over the web. What would I have done without the internet? I really find lyrical poetry really soothing and I have attempted to write my own sonnets (which I found yesterday, which is why this topic came up).And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
I wrote one sonnet and I have an original version and a slightly (very slightly) edited version. I've posted them here:
Version 1:
My heart aches with the simple thought of you,
As I give you all the love that I find.
It makes me wonder if you love me too,
When you wander through my troubled dark mind.
My heart skips a beat when I hear your voice,
My light heart flutters when you are close by.
If you had to choose, when given a choice,
Would you want to be with me, tell me why.
If tomorrow I leave or go away,
Will you remember the times that we shared,
Or will you forget with each passing day,
And let it all go like you never cared.
My short time seems so full when my heart pounds,
My life seems so whole when you are around.
As I give you all the love that I find.
It makes me wonder if you love me too,
When you wander through my troubled dark mind.
My heart skips a beat when I hear your voice,
My light heart flutters when you are close by.
If you had to choose, when given a choice,
Would you want to be with me, tell me why.
If tomorrow I leave or go away,
Will you remember the times that we shared,
Or will you forget with each passing day,
And let it all go like you never cared.
My short time seems so full when my heart pounds,
My life seems so whole when you are around.
Version 2:
My heart aches with the simple thought of you,
When you wander through my dark troubled mind.
It makes me wonder if you love me too,
As the rays of the sun make my heart blind.
My heart skips a beat when I hear your voice,
The birds sing a song as you come close by.
If you had to choose, when given a choice,
Would you want to be with me, tell me why.
If tomorrow I leave or go away,
Will you remember the times that we shared,
Or will you forget with each passing day,
Along with this love that I have left undeclared?
My short time seems so full when my heart pounds,
My life seems so whole when you are around.
Version 2 was slightly edited because I wrote it for a S.B.D. and left it on the corner of Ridge & Powell.
Anyway, sonnets. For some reason I was reading my old blog entries and I stumbled upon these sonnets again and thought it'd be interesting to bring the topic back up now that I seem to be writing a lot of blog entries again.
~Joannie~
[Weather | Chilly]
[Listening | Nothing]
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