We read and analysed William Shakespeare’s Sonnet LX, a sonnet that contains the poet’s warning about the destructive power of time and a meditation on the role of art. I asked you to write your own poem bearing the issue of time in mind. You certainly wrote great poems and for this very reason I would appreciate your posting of them, so that whoever visits this creative writing blog may appreciate your talents. English is not your mother tongue yet you managed to render your thoughts and most of all your feelings in a very powerful way. Hats off!
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked elipses ’gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
As you already know, my belief as a teacher is that whatever I ask you to do, I do it myself, so… this is my poem (if I can define it such!)
Are you my enemy?
Are you the inexorable plough scarring my body,
leaving unbearable marks on my face?
What are you?
Are you the hourglass whose flowing reminds me of the precious role played by its specks of sand?
Are you the mounrnful knell? Tolling for me? Announcing my death?
Conversely are you the gift of life? You tick the cycle of nature, the birth of new life?
You are the beat of music, the flowing movement of a dancer, the record hit by an athlete, each second of yours is precious.
Your hands are stretching towards me.
Time, who are you? My foe? My friend?
A canvas, a poem, a sculpture, whatever work of art transfix you and outlive you.
Do they freeze you? Stop you? Are they your enemies?
Yet, if it were not for you Time, I would not have written this!