Autumn is here and you can certainly feel it. The weather is wonderful here. Highs in the 60s and 70s, with Lows in the 40s at night. I love fall weather. Hopefully, it will continue to get cooler. To celebrate the Fall Season, here is William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73” to get you in the mood for Fall.
Sonnet 73
by William Shakespeare (1609)
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Thank you. Well perfect. (The sonnet, and especially the 3rd pic!)
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Jay
I read this and the oddest feeling came over me! I remembered recalling this exact sonnet when I was at Tintern Abbey a few years ago.
ReplyDeleteJay and Banister, I have been posting seasonal poetry on my other blog since the beginning of summer, but I'm glad that it has found some guys who appreciate it more on this blog. I love poetry. It is just so poetic, LOL.
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