William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Xxiii - Poem by William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.


Comments about Sonnet Xxiii by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2016 11:34:00 AM)

    Overcome by nervous hesitancy and trepidation, the poet cannot declare all his love for his friend. His Sonnets must speak for him.. (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2016 11:33:00 AM)

    Having committed himself perhaps more than he intended, the poet now has to explain why at times he is tongue-tied in his love's company. It is, he says, mainly due to the magnitude of his love, the hugeness of it being such that it becomes like a burden almost too large to carry. He is like an actor who cannot remember his lines, or a wild beast in a fury thrashing around in futility, unable to achieve anything. Let his love come to the rescue by understanding his looks, how they speak silently, how they foretell the store of love which is buried within, even more so than that other (poet? lover?) who is so glib with his tongue. Although love is blind, he has the ability, if he wishes, to hear with his eyes. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:37:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2001



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