Shakespeare’s way of reflecting the onset of aging and death is expressed through many literary techniques like theme, imagery, and wordplay. The subject of this sonnet is being looked at, and the observer comes to the conclusion that they see late fall, twilight and a dying fire that is, the observer realizes that the person is getting old and they will soon lose him. Shakespeare was at an age in his life where he could relate to the sonnet, which made the poem so much more effective. Whether or not he is the subject of the sonnet or an observer, he expresses everything as if he were the subject. Many sonnets written by William Shakespeare deal with tragedy, love and death, in sonnet seventy-three he focuses on death along with the signs of aging. This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long. To love that well which thou must leave ere long.We will write a custom essay on William Shakespeares Sonnet 73 specifically for you This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, In me thou see’st the glowing of such fireĬonsumed with that which it was nourish’d by. Which by and by black night doth take away,ĭeath’s second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the twilight of such day Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,īare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang That time of year thou mayst in me behold " Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by". More than any of the other sonnets, I find its words and rhythms occurring to me, again and again, like strange music: " When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang".
Those metaphors are simple enough (the autumn-winter of the year, the twilight of the day, the dying embers of a fire) and yet his ways of wording them are particularly haunting. Time to put that right, I think, with a sonnet in which an aging speaker uses a number of metaphors to describe his advanced, and ever advancing, years.
We haven't had any Shakespeare for a while. Sonnet 73 feels a timely read from William Shakespeare. Our Featured Poem this week comes from the bard.
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