Sometimes you don’t need to totally understand a poem to find it wonderful… Shakespeare’s Sonnet 107 is mysterious, I don’t fully understand all the allusions… but it is mysterious and fascinating… what do you think?
Sonnet CVII
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I’ll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent.William Shakespeare
Have a look at this site… it gives some fascinating interpretations and information about all of Shakespeare’s work:
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/107
Lois Elsden 