Poems, in the form of nursery rhymes, were, for many of us, our introduction to stories. I will post a favourite poem each week. Email me your favourite poems and I will post them too.
I've chosen William Shakespeare's Sonnet XXX for this week's poem because, 1. This Sunday's Tots to Teens is about Shakespeare, and 2. I have always loved the sonnet, which is sad but hopeful at the same time.
It's about good friends and the importance of friendship to our peace of mind and happiness, and, as I have several dear friends who have been towers of strength to me, I can really relate to the final couplet in which Shakespeare declares that thoughts of his dear friend cancels all his sorrows and losses.
Sonnet XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
William Shakespeare
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Posted by: sdfsdf | Wednesday, May 25, 2005 at 21:17