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Shakespeare – a Sonnet a Day

Part of Poetry Week

Well, almost. On impulse, a little while ago I signed up to a website that emails me a Shakespeare sonnet. It has been a fascinating experience – three times a week, always on a working day, so not often when I have the leisure to stop and read it with attention, a sonnet lands in my inbox, starting with Sonnet I, and carrying on, for about a year, to Sonnet CLIV. Then it starts again at Sonnet I. I’ve received every sonnet twice now, and on the third round, at the time of writing, I’ve recently opened and read Sonnet XXVI.

I’ve been trying to find a non-cliche-ed way of putting this, but have given up. I have not been a great reader of poetry. I’m not someone who learnt lots of it when young. The thought of reading poetry brings back memories of struggling to wrestle the meaning out of the poems of Gongora, Lorca, Valery and Apollinaire as a student – furrowed brow and midnight oil. (Anne – I might in earlier times have been one of those people backing away in terror …). But the experience of living with Shakespeare’s Sonnets has changed me, teaching me to love their depth and playfulness and the pleasure of exploring the the way a poet can display the power of words to the utmost. It has taught me to look for new pleasures in reading poetry, and I can concur with Jackie’s view of a poem as a tiny receptacle for something of immense beauty.

I can’t say that I knew nothing at all about Shakespeare’s Sonnets – I knew something. Sonnets XVIII (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day) and CXVI (Let me not to the marriage of true minds ) are in the air we breathe, for example. As someone who goes to a lot of weddings (I’m a church choir member and bellringer, I hasten to add – not someone with lots of marriageable friends and relations) I get to hear about the Marriage of True Minds several times a year, and it is ingenious and beautiful enough to survive repetition. The sonnets are full of quotes, like Hamlet and the Bible, too, so lines like ‘My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun’ (CXXX), or ‘When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes’ (XXIX) were very familiar, even if the poems were less so.

I vaguely knew about the enigma of the publication and dedication to Mr WH of the sonnets, I vaguely knew that most of them were written to a man, who could have been William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke, or could have been Henry Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton, but might have been neither; and about a third of them to a woman, and it has struck me as the sonnets unfolded that his relationship with the man was much easier and less marked by disgust and shame than that with the Dark Lady. But I’d never studied them, never paid attention to them, never taken an interest in them.

Some days, I cannot find room in my busy schedule to read a Shakespeare sonnet, so, knowing that in a year’s time it will come round again, I delete it. Sometimes, though, I’m brought up short by a wholly unfamiliar sonnet, and taking the time to read and unravel it is a still point of pleasure in a working day. I love those that take an image or an idea, and weave it through an intention or a sentiment in a startlingly original and ingenious way.

So I’d like to talk about one particular sonnet, that recently caused me to stop and read, and think, and take pleasure in its conceit.

Sonnet XIV
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

This is one of the (to me) rather strange sequence of sonnets that take a particular ‘carpe diem’ theme, urging the object of the poems to procreate and leave a child to carry on his beauty and other wonderful qualities – and to hasten to do so before it is too late. (I’m rather tickled by the theory that this indicates that these sonnets might have been commissioned by the mother of the mysterious Mr WH, urging him to get on and do his duty.)

The poem’s conceit is revealed in the first line in the word ‘stars’. The line that arrested me is ‘And yet methinks I have astronomy’ – today we would use the word ‘astrology’, as the imagery starts with prognostication. This set me thinking about the mindset of the sonnet’s original readers: for them, the stars move mysteriously but predictably across the dome of the sky. It is undisputed by the writer and his readers, the belief that powers of divination exist in the stars – this is not controversial. So, already, this sonnet has thrown open a window into the mind of the Tudor reader.

I love the way in which the poet takes the theme of discerning knowledge from the stars, and examines it from all angles. The poet examines and rejects the gift to divine the future from the stars in the sky. But in the stars he sees in the eyes of the person he’s addressing, he can confidently derive knowledge – rather as a serious student of the skies such as a navigator does, of the truth and beauty that will fade in the person (a bit harsh regarding Truth, I feel), but that can live on if he begets an heir. But, in common with the other poems in this sequence, the last two lines are pessimistic, almost a threat, that the subject’s days of embodying truth and beauty are fleeting.

The whole poem is such an ingenious piece of imagination. More and more I find myself attracted to writing that plays with words, and so many of Shakespeare’s sonnets are acrobatic. I’ve hardly got words to describe the delight I take in the intellectual and emotional somersaults that Shakespeare can perform. Since I lit upon this sonnet and chose it for this piece, I’ve been presented with sonnets that perform similar transformations on the idea of an actor (Sonnet XXIII ‘As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part’, or a painter (Sonnet XXIV ‘Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steel’d, Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart;’), or a liege lord (Sonnet XXVI ‘Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage | Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,’). But I chose this one, because it made me think of the stars and the universe, and the beautiful conjunction Shakespeare makes of the infinite heavens with the reality of his relationship with this beautiful man in the here and now, by making me stop in my tracks and read it.

Hilary gets her weekly Sonnet fix by email from HERE. If she were in the market (and she thinks she is now) for an edition of the Sonnets, she would go for
William Shakespeare: The Sonnets. Arden Shakespeare, 2010
ISBN 9781408017975 448pp

The image of the Dedication from the first edition of the Sonnets is taken from Wikimedia Commons, and is in the public domain because its copyright has expired.

6 comments on “Shakespeare – a Sonnet a Day

  1. Incognita
    May 28, 2010

    It’s heresy to admit an indifference to Shakespeare’s sonnets, but I’ll do it: my reactions to them have always been rather bland.

    This is clearly a problem in the mind of the reader.

    The truth is, I’ve never *studied* them. Not in school, not on my own time, not with a group of other readers.

    My teachers seemed to treat the reading of the sonnets as an end onto itself. If they managed to get the students to read the bloody things, that was what mattered. As to the rest, “well, it’s Shakespeare, init.”

    Your post is a wonderful introduction on how to read a Shakespeare sonnet more deeply.

    God, I wish I’d read this post 25 years ago.

  2. annebrooke
    May 28, 2010

    Lovely post, Hilary! And I think it’s a wonderful idea to have a poem, whether or not it’s Shakespeare, delivered to one’s inbox 3 times a week. It’s an excellent blend of a moment’s stillness with the hectic modern age – I love it!

    Also great to see Shakespeare get an airing here. I must admit to having a love/indifference relationship with the sonnets, but it very much depends on my state at the time – and this article certainly reminds me once again of the “love” part of that.

    I am saddened, however, that my image of you surrounded by vast tribes of eminently marriageable friends and relations is incorrect – ah, another treasured fantasy falls into the pit, alas …



  3. Moira
    May 28, 2010

    I’ve just signed up for me sonnets!

    I have in fact read all of them, but it was a while back and I read them fairly intensively one after the other, without really analysing them too carefully. When you do that they’re rather like all those blonde actresses that I can never put a name to …. they coalesce into one amorphous mass in your brain – apart from the out-and-out stars (think Cate Blanchett!). I like the idea of receiving three a week to mull over. Or not.

    Someone – John Wain, I think (that’s WAIN, not WAYNE) – described Shakespeare as “the man who knew us before we knew ourselves” – which sums him up very neatly. He had an uncomfortably shrewd understanding of the human condition, coupled with the ability to put it all into words.

    Lovely, though-provoking piece, H.

  4. Jackie
    May 28, 2010

    Like Moira, I’ve read all the sonnets in the manner described & there’s some I’ve gone back to study a bit more, but not as much as I ought to. So I really enjoyed this post, especially the examination of one of the less familiar ones.
    “’s doom and date” is one of the phrases that jumped out at me.It’s really blunt, isn’t it? As opposed to ‘fading’ beauty or ‘past’ beauty, doom is so much bigger. And I think that is just how many people feel when they see their looks fading.
    The idea of having the poems delivered to one’s inbox is highly appealing & I’m thinking of signing up. Thanks for the link AND the engaging post.

  5. Hilary
    May 29, 2010

    Thank you, Incognita, how kind you are. You and I are two minds with but a single thought. I found Shakespeare’s sonnets difficult to understand, and indigestible in a lump. That’s a whole lot of iambic pentameters, all in one place.

    I’ve also been thinking around this, and wonder if it’s something to do with reading habit – perhaps it’s necessary to develop a range of different ones. As a great novel reader, I’m I think an inveterate page turner, and that doesn’t work with sonnets (or any short poem full of concentrated meaning). The Sonnet a Day service has broken that habit, and gently put these poems in front of me, one at a time, to take or leave, and that’s what has made me look at them with the attention they deserve.

    Anne, Moira and Jackie – thank you. Moira, I am delighted by the mental picture of John Wayne, leaning forward in the saddle, chewing on a stogie, and giving us a profound insight into the creative genius of Shakespeare 🙂

    By the way, my copy of the Arden ed. Sonnets has just arrived. But I’m ready for it, having been trained by my slow introduction to them, and I look forward to learning more from Katherine Duncan-Jones’s commentary.

  6. Nikki
    May 29, 2010

    I’ve got a gorgeous hardback copy of the collected sonnets but I’ve never got round to reading them. Because I’m a Shakespeare junkie (you should have seen me the other week when I saw Macbeth at the Globe!) I wanted to study them and there’s never really been time. I’ve signed up too! I wouldn’t half like that Arden copy of the sonnets… Great post, Hilary, I’m always happy to see Shakespeare about the place.

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