Sonnets Xii Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xii

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HOW like a Winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming Autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime
Like widow'd wombs after their Lord's decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For Summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
   Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
   That leaves look pale, dreading the Winter 's near.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Shaun Cronick 28 March 2020

One of many mesmerizing sonnets from The Great Bard Of Stratford Upon Avon. A man who stands alone.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 02 October 2016

The slow and swift passage of time that perishes all things is described nicely.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 October 2016

The changes in different manifestations of nature taking place with changing seasons have been fantastically narrated in this awesome poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Fabrizio Frosini 30 January 2016

- It will always be one of the finest sonnets in the history of language. The slow and swift passage of time which brings all things to an end is described, not indeed copiously, but with such significant and devastating effect that mortality almost stares us in the face as we read it. The way in which the sense of the lines ends with the line itself is like the ticking of a clock or the inexorable motion of a pendulum as it beats from side to side. ..

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Fabrizio Frosini 30 January 2016

............ The overall effect is sombre, and the concluding couplet, with its brave stand against time, confined to a single line in the poem, gives the impression that nothing will be saved, and that the reality of what the poet has been urging all along is as slight as breath and water. shakespeares-sonnets.com/

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