Aug 22, 2009

9th Virtual Poetry Circle

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And now, for the ninth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:

OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock's books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don't like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today's poem is a return to the classics with William Shakespeare:

SONNET #21
      O is it not with me as with that Muse
      Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
      Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
      And every fair with his fair doth rehearse;
      Making a couplement of proud compare
      With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
      With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
      That heaven's airs in this huge rondure hems.
      O let me, true in love, but truly write,
      And then believe me, my love is as fair
      As any mother's child, though not so bright
      As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
      Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
      I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let's have a great discussion...pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I've you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It's never too late to join the discussion.

7 comments:

Book Chick City said...

I have an award for you HERE!

Toni said...

I am not sure how to discuss works like this. I only know that when I read it aloud, it was amazing and I could see that there is genius behind the words. Thanks for sharing I loved it. Would love to come back and here others thoughts and impressions.

Rebecca :) said...

I have an award for you, too!

Anna said...

The English classes in high school and college that I disliked the most were those dealing with Shakespeare's poetry. If I had to choose, I guess I like these lines:

"O let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air"

I like the way they sound when they are read aloud.

--Anna
Diary of an Eccentric

Serena said...

BookChickCity and Rebecca: Thanks for the awards. I will check them out.

Toni: That's good for a starting off point for discussion. I think a lot of poetry is best read out loud.

Anna: I particularly like how he compares his love for his writing to that of a mother's love for her child. Interesting.

my favorite lines in this are:

"O is it not with me as with that Muse Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse;"

Jeanne said...

I like the way he's talking about how he can't dress up his language to make it match the object of his desire.

But I'm stuck on the lines about the "candles fixed in heaven's air" because I just saw them in the "great hall" at the Harry Potter exhibit in Chicago! It goes to show that there are "more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Serena said...

Jeanne: I adore that language as well. I like the idea of dressing up language to fit the desire or the object.