#sonnet 1

[shakespeare-sonnets]

Sonnet I

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒,

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒,

𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒,

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑑’𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑙,

𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠,

𝑇ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙.

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡

𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑙, 𝑚𝑎𝑘’𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒—

𝑇𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.

In this first of many sonnets about the briefness of human life, the poet reminds the young man that time and death will destroy even the fairest of living things. Only if they reproduce themselves will their beauty survive. The young man’s refusal to beget a child is therefore self-destructive and wasteful.

[judithsheppard]

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[handcrampscalligraphy]

Shakespeare's Sonnet 1 done in French Bâtarde script

Not my best penmanship but consistency has to come from somewhere.

Note: I did change the last word in line 12 because of the resemblance between the original and a racial slur. I was worried about this one, too, due to its occasional use in some circles alongside antisemitic tropes and conspiracy theories, but ultimately stuck with it after a bit more research. That said, antisemitism and bigotry is not tolerated here.

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare (read by Kim Cattrall)

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:

  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,   To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Source:  thesonnets.tv

[auspicious-ramblings]

Thy self thy foe

To thy sweet self too cruel

- Shakespeare Sonnet 1

[ampleforthsmuse]

“Sonnet 1,” by William Shakespeare

From unuglyful beings we want more,  So that Unugly’s flower might still life,  And as one man will old and sick and fail,   His unolder son might retake his work. 

But you, unhating your unugly face,  Know just your eyes and must be unlookful, Making hunger where much unhunger lies,  Yourself your unfriend, to yourself unkind.

You are like the world’s one unold flower,  Growing in colorful postwinter, but Your body hides muchful seed and pollen, And this, thoughtcrimer, is stealing by waste.

Think of Oceania, else you be Ungood, unmourned, a life that is unlife.

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If poems are builded on form and function, then which, when changing them from one language to the other, is goodest? The postask, of course, is function, else there would be no function to change to Newspeak, but it is undiligent to write lines like they are onely slogans. 

The undiligent writer sees that Shakespeare commands, and writes lines of duty: Sacrifice. Work. Love. Freedom is slavery, in 14 lines. 

There is no need to change all poems, or even 1 poem, if this is goodest, but we change poems to Newspeak, so it is ungood. Rather, we must keep as much form as we can, while keeping all function with regard to Ingsoc. Yet, talks a Shakespeare expert, Shakespeare changed method of poems. We, too, can change without losing what is essenceful. 

Line by line, Shakespeare talks goodsex. Some mans think (to talk Oldspeak) “that no sex is goodsex,” but Shakespeare teaches that to not is crimesex also, just uncommoner form. 

Thus, the undiligent writer loses much goodness by talking, “Duty, duty.” Mans must be teached, part by part, and if we talk only “Duty, duty,” then they ask, “What is duty?” 

Shakespeare teaches us: This is duty.

So: Change diligently. Observe form. Care. 

[harrypotterhousequotes]

SLYTHERIN:

"I drink — and live — what has destroyed some men."

--Edna St. Vincent Millay (Sonnet I)

[tiredjoy]

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet #1