Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire,
shall burn
The living record of your memory:
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity,
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So till the judgement that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
What does it mean to you?
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- Turtle Guy
- Calgary, Alberta, Canada
- English student, Pottery enthusiast, Yoga novice and lover of all people. I make friends over a warm handshake and a beverage. I discover, every day, someone willing to help me along my path.
3 comments:
Hi Dave,
Huh, I don't think I have ever heard the term sluttish time before. Your poem makes me wonder was it either a trainslated Roman poem, or a Victorian or Renissance one? It doth have a ring of antiquity to it.
Janice~
Misty - interesting perspective... goes to show there's more than one way to interpret the written word!!
Janice - It's Shakespeare's Sonnet 55. I'll let you know later if my interpretation is provable... the essay's due tonight at 6!
You know, I, too, have never heard of sluttish time, although I like it, and might have to use it sometime-- I'm always looking for new words to use!
Anyway, I took it to mean, that no matter what happens in life, that you will live on-- that there's more out there than what we realize, despite the things that surround us on a daily basis.
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