Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way,
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay,
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend, time’s leisure with my moan.
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.
March 26th, 2007 at 9:12 pm
Hey SomeGuy,
I have to choose a poem and write a paper on it analyzing its theme and what not. I’m trying to decide between 43 and 44 since they are not too lovey dovey, you know what I mean.
I ended up at your website and started reading the last few. I must say I thought you were some professional literary professor until I glanced at the headline and then read the first sonnet.
You have really improved since the first couple of sonnets. I enjoy your honest attitude and I find it humorous and inspiring to listen to. Your interpretations become better and better througout the sonnets.
Perhaps you could do more with this poetry. I’m curious to know how you are doing? Are you going to finish the rest of the sonnets?
This is the best recource I could find. Good stuff
G