With Valentine’s Day still nearing, we turn again to a sonnet on love. This week, we chose Sonnet 29: Shakespeare’s reflection on love’s nature to heal and soothe those in its grip.
As you read through this sonnet, we ask you to consider whether you agree love can be as healing as Shakespeare describes here. If so, do you find there is a specific form of love that is more inclined towards such healing? Lastly, do you find that such an opportunity for healing naturally occurs in a relationship of love, or do you think it must be actively encouraged? We look forward to your thoughts.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.