Sonnet LIII
From time
to time thy glass intact remains a
There’s
nothing more untrue, unfaithful self b
Alone in
pieces, thou and thy restrains a
And those
attempts are nothing but thyself. b
Canst thou
see? Is hiding alone and bare c
Excusing,
grinning between clenched teeth d
Pardon me
not for this unfair despair c
But nothing
can be done for what’s beneath d
No summer
breeze, no chilling rain can sing e
The hideous
verse that thou held and reflect f
Upon
warmest blood the blind fool can bring e
To every
idle lover what to protect: f
Is it thou the one next to thy fair
love, g
Or is it the same shadow from
above? g
Wanna try
something really cool? Count the syllables in any Shakespearean play or sonnet.
About the
iambic pentameter, and why mathematics and poetry belong together:
And a nice
how-to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6gxaL5wtLo
Hint about the
theme:
1.
Check
the number.
The connection you showed here between maths and poetry makes perfect sense to me, especially after checking the link you shared on personal identity. We usually take something as important as our identity for granted, while we generally don't realize that most of what we think we are is actually imposed or socially constructed. In that sense, and especially considering the context in which Shakespiare wrote his plays, I think it makes perfect sense to attempt to structure your creations, because by doing so you are somehow structuring a world that lacks structure.
ResponderEliminarFinally someone who understands my love for maths and structure!! :D And yes, if there's an identity (topic of the sonnet), it needs structure, sadly the world makes no sense, and the maths are a lie, as any form of organization. :C
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