Sonnet 66. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

Sonnet 66. (Translation) .

Fatigue de tous ceux-ci, a la mort reposante je m'ecrie:
Comme, a voir desert un mendiant ne,
Et le besoin indigent soigne en gaiete,
Et la foi la plus pure malheureusement renonce,


Et l'honneur dore honteusement deplace,
Et la vertu vierge brutalement tournee en catin,
Et la perfection legitime a tort deshonoree,
Et la force par l'emprise boitante invalide,

Et l'art rendu muet par l'autorite,
Et la folie, comme un medecin, controler l'adresse,
Et la verite simple appelee en erreur la simplicite,
Et le bien captif au service du capitaine du mal-


Fatigue de tous ceux-ci, de ceux-ci je voudrais m'en aller,
Sauf que, en mourant, je laisse seule mon amante.


-'Sonnet 33'. William Shakespeare, (1564-1616) .
From 'Complete Works of Shakespeare', op. cit., p.1373.

Saturday, April 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,sonnet
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Shakespeare is feeling world-weary, and he would like to be gone from this life. He is disillusioned about a list of things, of which some are: pure faith abandoned, golden honour shamefully misplaced, a
virtuous maiden turned into a strumpet, popular opinion defeating personal strength, and censorship of writing, by authority. He would like to die and leave these injustices, except that, in doing so, he would leave his lover all alone. His lover was known only as the 'Dark Lady', and most of the sonnets are addressed to her.
When you look at the sonnet on the page, you notice that ten sentences start with 'And', which is what attracted me in the first place. There is obvious repetition of 'And', followed by a phrase about something unfair: the effect is rhetoric. The very last line cancels out the above, because he does not want to abandon his lover.
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