5th Post: Poem Analysis
Shakespeare's Sonnet XII
1. When I do count the clock that tells the time,
2. And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
3. When I behold the violet past prime,
4. And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
5. When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
6. Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
7. And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
8. Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
9. Then of thy beauty do I question make,
10. That thou among the wastes of time must go,
11. Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
12. And die as fast as they see others grow;
13. And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
14. Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
I know, I know... you all think I'm lame for choosing a poem by Shakespeare, but I just have to say... I am in love with this poem! I memorized this poem last year for english with Mama Wang (good times) and had it as an option for the blog post in the back of my head. I decided to choose a different poem, but kept going back to this one. I eventually gave in to my initial desire, and selected Sonnet XII to analyze. I had to first look up several words from the poem before I could fully analyze it, and thought that you as well might like to know what some of the words mean. "Sable"- dark colored, "erst"- used to or previously, "girded"- to be bound with rope, "sheaves"- a bundle of wheat or barley after being harvested, "borne"- to be held up or supported, "bier"- cart or wagon typically used to carry coffins, "forsake"- to abandon, "scythe"- a long curved blade used for harvesting crops as well as the Grimm Reaper's blade of death. With these definitions in mind, I encourage you to re-read the sonnet to better understand its meaning and message (I probably read this poem six times before I started typing).
The sonnet reveals the ever constant battle against time. With each tick-tick of the clock, we all get older and thus closer to death. Life itself is at a never ending war with time. Shakespeare states that no matter what one does, time will always win. No one can be freed of time's grip on life, is the statement Shakespeare makes while writing, "And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence" (13). Through this line, William S. shows the idea that time is in control of life, thus the ultamate ruler of society. No one can run away from time nor their own fate. In the final line, Shakespear concludes that one must keep on living in order to bravely face the end of their time. The line says, "Save breed to brave him as he takes thee hence" (14). The poem shows the harsh reality of existance. Every life must die, and only time itself marches on. The passage of time is everyone's ultimate conqueror.