Snag The Sonnets Of William Shakespeare Henry Wriothesley, Third Earl Of Southampton: Together With A Lovers Complaint And The Phoenix Turtle Chronicled By William Shakespeare Expressed As Softcover
is no fundamental issue to call this book a great one, Shakespeare is really different from other poets, The style and composition of words in a beautiful pattern makes him look beyond the ordinary league,
His sonnets secretly deliver manifold messages, From joy to the seriousness, What to say about this pretty collection of Shakespeare's sonnets
Well, I gifted this gorgeous edition to myself for my birthday, I do have a very pretty book of Shakespeare's plays it goes along with nicely, Why the sonnets though, and why now Truth be told, it's all Sir Patrick Stewart's fault, When the lockdowns started everywhere, he actually, his wife had the brilliant idea of recording him reading a sonnet every day, So I followed alone and enjoyed his voice and some little anecdotes here and there and thus finally read the sonnets as well I had known some of the most famous ones but not all.
Not much needs to be said about the most famous bard in the history of literature, The things we have to thank Shakespeare for whoever he truly was are almost inumerous, And obviously he did not only write plays comedies just as much as tragedies and others but also quite an impressive number of sonnets as well!
I've highlighted my favourites as status updates while reading this book.
Yes, I got a little neglectful towards the end, you'll just have to read them all for sourselves to find your own favourites,
Brilliant works of art though I have no problem admitting that there were one or two sonnets I had my problems with interestingly, so did Sir Patrick, which made me feel better lol in a very pretty slipcased hardcover that have brightened a few moments of my days this year.
The classics usually are that for a reason and I was delighted to find that these underrated shorter works are just as touching and beautiful as the fulllength plays.
I didn't expect to enjoy Shakespeare's Sonnets quite so much, The only word I can think of to describe the experience is: lovely, So far it seems, I'm more into classical poetry than I am into modern one, Πολλά σονέτα του Σαίξπηρ είχα διαβάσει το Λύκειοείχαμε μια εξαιρετική καθηγήτρια η οποία μας έδινε δικά της βιβλία να διαβάσουμε Τότε μου άρεσαν υπερβολικά πολύ, μπορώ να πω πως τα είχα λατρέψει. Τώρα που τα διάβασα ξανά έχω να πω πως it's not my cup of tea, Σε καμία περίπτωση δεν υποτιμώ τον Σαίξπηρ. Τα σονέτα του ήταν εξαιρετικά, καλογραμμένα, και υπερβολικά ρομαντικά για τα γούστα μου. . De la Shakespeare, toată lumea știe, au rămasde sonete, În treacăt fie spus, în limba engleză este aproape imposibil să scrii sonete, fiindcă engleza nu are suficiente rime, iar sonetul fără versuri rimate e ca mîncarea fără sare.
Se știe la fel de bine că WS nu a publicat el însuși decît două poeme, unul înși celălalt în anul următor, amîndouă dedicate contelui Henry Wriothesley.
În rest, nimic. Nici piese de teatru, nici poezii, nimic, nimic, nimic, Celede sonete sau păstrat printro întîmplare care nu a depins, firește, de voința lui WS,
Așadar, în acest caz, un editor rapace ca toți editorii dintotdeauna, pe nume Thomas Thorpe a jucat rolul întîmplării, A adunat sonetele care, pesemne, circulau deja printre amatorii de poezie altfel nu se poate și lea publicat în, Înmai, cartea a fost gata și a ieșit pe piață, Același Thorpe a adăugat și semnat cu inițialele TT o misterioasă dedicație pentru un și mai misterios Master WH, Pe coperta volumului scrie: Shakespeares Sonnets, Never before imprinted. Numele Shakespeare e scris cu cratimă, mulți editori din vremea lui au procedat la fel,
Avem, deci,de sonete, atribuite de Thomas Thorpe lui WS, Se pune întrebarea: ce facem cu ele Cel mai potrivit răspuns ar fi să le tratăm ca pe niște scrieri literare, ficțiuni, poezii de iubire, opere de imaginație, fantasme.
Eu, unul, asta cred și recomand cititorilor de poezie: simpla lectură estetică a sonetelor, Citim versurile pentru a ne bucura, Finalitatea estetică mi se pare, așadar, exhaustivă,
Primelede sonete au un destinatar masculin, evocat prin sintagme precum my beloved fair youth”, fair Lord” sau, mai limpede, the mastermistress of my passion”, Ultimele sonete de lapînă la sfîrșit se referă la / și invocă o doamnă brună, care nu va fi fost exagerat de frumoasă dar asta contează, cînd iubești, foarte puțin.
Cu siguranță, femeia cu părul sîrmos și cu pielea întunecată avea pe vinoncoace”,
Doamna brună Dark Lady a interesat mai puțin pe criticii literari și pe iluștrii biografi, De obicei, un bărbat scrie sonete unei femei ideale: nimic ieșit din comun, Destinatarul, în schimb, chipeșul tînăr”, ia făcut extrem de curioși, Munca istoricilor a fost în van, Identitatea amantului a rămas o enigmă,
Transcriu în încheiere sonetul CXXX:
Nus sori ochii iubitei, nu scînteieLess notorious than his plays, Shakespeares sonnets assimilate a secret map with hidden clues that lead to precious treasures, The intimate, even confessional tone of therhymes urges the eager reader to believe that the poetic voice is The Bard himself, who playfully volunteers the key to unlock the mysteries of his heart.
roşiai gură ca mărgeanun mări,
dei albă neaua, sînul ei de ce e
posomorât, şii noapte al ei păr
Ştiu, din Damasc, albe şi roşii roze
cu care chipul nui e logodit,
miresme ştiu, stîrnind apoteoze
străine de al Doamnei duh smerit,
îmi place so ascult, deşii mai scumpă
auzului, o muzică, i ştiut,
nu leam văzut, zeiţele cum umblă
dar ea, mergînd, păşeşte doar pe lut.
Şi totuşi, jur pe cer, făpturai rară
cu nimeni şi nimic nu se compară,
And yet Do the sonnets tell a coherent story If they do, is this story real or fictional The fact that Thomas Thorpe, a poet, editor and admirer of Shakespeare, and not the author himself published this collection casts a shadow over the present order of the sonnets and their ostensible story line.
Are they the product of literary artifice or the purest expression of the poets sentiments and his personal experiences
Allow me to reply with another question,
Does it really matter
The audacious imagery, the staggering metaphors, the musical alliteration, the ironic polysemies, the utter mastery of the language bursting into florid fireworks and the universality and relevancy of paramount themes such as the passage of time, the impending oblivion that comes with death and the convoluted nature of love constitute the invaluable legacy of the poet on their own.
Everything else is mere speculation, but as per usual, Shakespeare teases with ambiguous piquancy as shown in Sonnet, which summarizes the main “plot” of the anthology instanzas:
“Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
”
A love triangle that consists of a “fair man”, a “dark woman” and the poet himself divides the sonnets in two noticeably different sections and presents a subversive approach to the foundations of courtly love employed by medieval troubadours because the “Muse” that stimulates inspiration seems to possess an adrogynous essence.
Personal pronouns shift from verse to verse and the poets selfawareness plays an active role in the exulted display of emotions that becomes a faithful mirror for the complex gradation of the affairs of the heart.
A prolongued meditation on the ethos of beauty and platonic love is interwoven with anguished cogitation about the inexorable passage of time that might wither the beloveds blooming youth but never his élanvital, which is immortalized in the poets writing:
“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
”
Sonnet.
Whereas the “fair knight” awakens tenderness, blind adoration and the purest expressions of affection in stanzas that are replete with natural imagery and astute analogies of daily life scenes, the “dark lady”, addressed only in the lastsonnets, disturbs the poet with her unchaste promiscuity and adulterous love.
The transcendental undertone of the former sonnets fades away leaving space only for satire, sexual lust and aggrieved reproaches, The harmonic features of the male lover contrast with the sensuously dark eyes of the woman, which lure the poet into debauchery and temptation against his wishes, Lies, deception ad cynical rebuffs are the highpoints of the puns and wordplays in the last sonnets, The language becomes merely explicative, if also prodigiously lucid and accusatory, and loses the hiperbolic flamboyance of the opening sonnets,
“The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On
purpose laid to make the taker mad
Mad in pursuit and in possession so
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe
Before, a joy proposed behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell, ”
Sonnet.
Ironically enough, both lovers, fair man and dark woman, remain anonymous while the true identity of the poet has created havoc for centuries and his works continue to unleash passions among all kind of readers around the world.
Shakespeare lives on in his words, In their suggestive rhythm, in their polifacetic meanings, in their musical texture,
Shakespeares poetry delves deep into the abysses of the human psyche, into the labyrinthine jumble of irrational, desperate love, into the stinky gutters of conscience, jealousy and betrayal, and still, he winks back with a lopsided smile and restores the magic of humanity in a single couplet:
“For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me a something sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lovest me for my name is 'Will.
' ”
Sonnet.
Miracles do not seem mambojumbo after reading Shakespeares sonnets, and art becomes magic, for divine providence is evinced stanza after stanza and my will submits to Wills power.
. . Subjugation was never sweeter!
Shakespeare's Sonnet XVIII abridged
You're hot,
But not as hot as this poem,
Shakespeare's Sonnet CXVI abridged
I'll love you even when you are sixty four
Or my name's not Heather Mills,
Shakespeare's Sonnet XCIV abridged
Stay cool man, Peace.
Like, flower power, y'know
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Sonetti stupendi ma la traduzione lascia un po' a desiderare This is my favourite Shakespeare sonnet:
Sonnet
When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this mans art and that mans scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heavens gate
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
The poetry is beautiful, It is so sad and full of melancholy, as the speaker laments his place in life and the greed of the state, He is poor and miserable whilst Kings exist in luxury and splendour, Heaven doesnt answer. God doesnt care. The speaker is depressed as a lack of money is associated with a complete lack in richness of feeling and attitude, Emotional bankruptcy is the feeling the sonnet captures with such splendour, And I love it.
But then, to make it better, it reverses in on itself in the final few lines, The speaker remembers his love and conquers his jealously, He remembers his love for his “state” which is a pun on the idea of nation, He remembers his love for his king and his lord and realises that such wealth will not bring the fulfilment he seeks, In these few lines is a powerful journey, a journey of discovery and truth, Its an incredible piece of writing,
And here's a version of it sung by the very talented Rufus Wainwright: sitelinkSonnet
So thats my favourite sonnet and theres many beautiful examples in here of how incredible poetry can be.
Simply put, it doesnt really get any better than this,
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