Silly Little Country

Bare Ruined Choirs!

10th graders are supposed to understand this!?

SONNET #73

By William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such a fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
      This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong
      To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

I imagine they might see it somewhat differently from how I do.  In fact it might give them a hell of a good laugh.  For thirty or forty years ....
UPDATE: I do think Shakespeare is piling on the self-pity; after all he died in his early 50s, so this is a bit much.  The young kids should still laugh.

posted by Alan Adamson @ 7:19 PM