Poem

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



William Shakespeare  

Opion: My opion about sonnet 116,well its good and very interesting. Written by William Shakespeare which he does have a way with words. Strange the sonnet doesn't have a title, which thats very disappointing and confusing. I would say the sonnet is very good but no title so i'll give this sonnet a 4 1/2 stars out of 5 stars.

The sonnet is about how love is not always there and how love treats you the way you wanted to be treated.The sonnet sounded depressing or desperite hows he telling the readers that love is not the same way how it used to be. I'm guessing that hes sending a message saying that if your love turns to dust and goes down hill then you wont feel the way how it used to be. His advice would be move on and find another i can asure you you'll be happier with another lover. Like they always say theres plenty more fishes in the sea.

The Hollow Men

Mistah Kurtz---be dead.
A penny for the old guy.

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with a straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper toghter
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry glass
Or rat's feet over broken glass
In our day cellar

     Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion:

      Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
Remember us---if at all---not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

                        II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There is a tree swinging,
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

         Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer---

         Not  that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.

                          III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images