William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet CXXII


Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: trust, memory, remember, nature, heart, sonnet

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Sonnet CXXII by William Shakespeare )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. 'Golden-Boy', Edward Kofi Louis
  2. After The Rain, Ronald Chapman
  3. अराय सैथो, Bahadur Basumatary
  4. Having Premarital Sex, Edward Kofi Louis
  5. Vision of India, Laxman Rao
  6. Under The Big Oak Tree, Edward Kofi Louis
  7. As You Came Along, Edward Kofi Louis
  8. However Much, JAMES T. ADAIR
  9. A SUBJECT, ROCHISH MON
  10. My Friend, The Princess

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Young Love lies sleeping
In May-time of the year,
Among the lilies,
Lapped in the tender light:
White lambs come grazing,
White doves come building there:
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]