Poem that makes me think – Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, William Shakespeare

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,

For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,

And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,

And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.

Thoughts

This is one of my favourite Shakespeare sonnets. It’s a bit whimsical, or I’m a bit cynical about having that one person who makes you forget all the bad in the world, however, this is so beautifully done, it really just flows for me. There’s something very settling about the timbre of this sonnet for me, and I always hear it in a very soothing, calming voice. One of my favourites I think 🙂

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