Dark and
cold directed study Saturday. Sonnet 50:
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy
friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed, being made from
thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my
mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
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The volta’s
the for at the beginning of the
closing couplet (or the comma at the end of line 13).
It’s been
sooo long since I last rode a horse!
Well, okay, if you look at this sonnet by itself, Shakespeare may either
be talking about an actual horse here, or about the body-my-horse metaphor, as
in this very different poem:
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Question
By May
Swenson
Body my
house
my horse
my hound
what will
I do
when you
are fallen
Where
will I sleep
How will
I ride
What will
I hunt
Where can
I go
without
my mount
all eager
and quick
How will
I know
in
thicket ahead
is danger
or treasure
when Body
my good
bright
dog is dead
How will
it be
to lie in
the sky
without
roof or door
and wind
for an eye
With
cloud for shift
how will
I hide?
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