Friday, May 18, 2001

Sonnet Cxlix Comments

Rating: 3.1

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
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William Shakespeare
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Fabrizio Frosini 07 January 2016

A sonnet that is one of the 'frenzied' group that starts with 147, My love is as a fever longing still, and continues up to150, possibly also including the last two of the series,151 and 152.

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Fabrizio Frosini 07 January 2016

It is probably not necessary to interpret the conclusion in any real psychological sense, for one suspects it has little or no bearing on what the woman herself was thinking. Its importance is more that it shows the poet casting round desperately for a solution, trying to come to terms with his rejection, and in the end only succeeding in explaining it in terms of rather worn out sonneteering conventions, which leave him as blind as ever.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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