Shakespeare’s
Sonnets is a collection of 154 – you guessed it – sonnets. The first 126 are
written to a young man, the final 28 to a woman.
In my
opinion, a discussion of Shakespeare’s Sonnets should involve three topics: the poetry, the mysterious persons who are the subjects, and what
the sonnets reveal about one of the greatest writers in history.
The Poetry:
Although I write a little poetry myself, I am hardly qualified to comment. But
nonetheless…
What is a
sonnet? Typically it is a poem of 14 lines, written in iambic pentameter, and
consisting of 3 quatrains and one couplet. Believe it or not, I know what that
means. Iambic just means legs (typically an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable). Pentameter means a five part meter (per line). So, iambic
pentameter is five legs (pairs) of syllables per line: da DA, da DA, da DA, da Da, da Da.
A quatrain is four lines wherein the first and
third lines, and the second and fourth lines rhyme. There are three such
quatrains followed by a couplet: two lines, still in iambic pentameter that rhyme.
I’m going to
risk embarrassing myself and attempt a spontaneous composition of a quatrain
and couplet (not an entire sonnet) right now, just as I’m writing…here goes.
The Sun will e’er ride high to light my day
But I a fool
too oft disdain the light
And take my days as simply come what may
To seek instead the comfort of the night
--but time it turns and teaches me my error
--too late for me but the let the wise beware
And take my days as simply come what may
To seek instead the comfort of the night
--but time it turns and teaches me my error
--too late for me but the let the wise beware
Doggerel
really, but that’s a quatrain + couplet in iambic pentameter. A typical sonnet, would
have two more quatrains. There are variations...but that's the traditional arrangement.
Which still
says nothing of the quality of the poetry. Well, even though I gave only one
and one-half stars to what is supposedly one of the greatest novels ever – I’m
not about to say Shakespeare can’t write poetry. From a technical aspect alone
the sonnets are impressive. Written in early modern English, they take a little
work to understand and appreciate. I’d have been lost without help from SparkNotes. But after reading a couple dozen with the help, I could actually get
most of what the Bard was saying without them. I still used the notes to ensure
I got the full gist. Besides the technical competence, there is some lovely
turn of phrase and some lovely sentiment, but also some rather disturbing, or
at the very least confusing sentiment.
The
subjects. Both the young man, and the mysterious dark woman are enigmas. There
is much speculation of who they might have been, but no one knows for sure.
There is also mystery over the dedication to Mr. WH; I suspect it is the young
man of sonnets, but again, we don't know for certain.
What can we
learn about William Shakespeare? Very little for certain, because there is
further mystery. The first 126 sonnets are to a beautiful young man whom the
poet loves and admires. Some believe this indicates Shakespeare was gay or bisexual,
but that is far from conclusive. First, it is possible that Shakespeare was
writing poetic fiction – not his sentiments at all, just a fictional narrator. Personally,
I doubt this premise, but it is still possible. Secondly, the language is
loving, adoring, admiring, but not usually sensual. It is possible that it
was platonic love. Initially, I doubted this premise; the writer is just so
over the top adoring of the young man, but when I got the last 28 sonnets that
are definitely to a different person, and a woman, they are quite sensual,
sexual, and bawdy. There was definite sexual attraction there, and if he chose
to reveal it in the poems for this woman, why not earlier to the young man, unless it wasn’t
sexual.
The final 28
sonnets do reveal something about Shakespeare. These express both
sexual and emotional love for the subject – a dark mysterious woman, who was
not particularly beautiful, but nonetheless adored by the narrator. In this
case I believe it was Shakespeare’s own sentiment. He makes frequent wordplay
with his own name Will. He identifies himself as Will, but also uses this as a
bawdy phallic reference.
But I’m straying
from the real point. I don’t delve too deeply into the personal lives of the
novelists I read. If I do, it has
little bearing on whether I enjoy their writing.
So,
Shakepeare’s poetry – Yeah it’s pretty good.
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