Sonnet Saturday #3
With the help of all of you, Sonnet Saturday will now be every other Saturday to leave more room for other bloggy goodness. Since leaving the beautiful and cool weather of San Francisco, it took me a while to get used to the heat and humidity of the East Coast. Between the time change and the weather all of us were feeling quite “blah” for the past week. Yesterday morning was actually cool and I took a short walk outside with my Mom to survey the garden. I ended up taking the following photos of a beautiful butterfly, and thought that this sonnet with its beautiful nature imagery would make a nice combination.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
I’ve always enjoyed when a writer compares aging to the seasons and the journey of life as a journey through nature. In this sonnet, we have the speaker discussing how “forty winters shall besiege thy brow” beauty begins to fade as the young man grows older. He becomes a tattered weed and his friend must be prepared for the fact that as he grows older he will be less handsome. The only way for him to prove that he was once beautiful and handsome is to have a child so that he may “prove his beauty by succession thine!” To see new fresh blood (that being a child), when you feel old was a way for the speaker and his friend to be able to preserve what the physical beauty they have now even though it’s superficial. Has anyone else noticed that the speaker has been completely OBSESSED with physical beauty?
I was so surprised that I was able to get this close to the butterfly without her (yes, she is a she!) flying away. I was also amazed by how big she was. Even though it’s August, this is one of the first butterfly’s I’ve seen with such nice colors. I usually see the small white ones fluttering around the garden. This one seems to love the morning glories and the small pink flowers in the garden. I’ll have to keep an eye out for some more.
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