“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” Please don’t think of me as rude but what exactly do you not understand about sonnet 18? It is a beautiful sonnet but, not that difficult to decipher.
-Ray
The walls are far away and out of focus. I was dragged to some remote part of my mind where I was ambushed by the thoughts I suppressed on a day to day basis. Every thought that would burn me worse than pure acid, the thoughts I feared, the memories I regret, the people I hated emerged. They were dragging me down into a deep never ending pit, dark as night when I saw light. A brief quick glimmering flicker pulled me back into the reality of my room enclosed in washed out tawny walls. The glimmer I saved me I realized was the computer’s electronic light trying to notify me that I had an unread e-mail. I was astounded, and a scoff escaped my lips with what could only be described as pure surprise. The e-mail was from a Mr. RC_WRITER@HOTMAIL.COM . I opened the e-mail and with nothing better to do until dawn, I wrote back.
FROM: FRAN_UN-SEEN TO: RC_WRITER@HOTMAIL.COM (WED. 9/28/10 12:36AM)
I agree it’s not that difficult to decipher. I’ve broken down the language and understand exactly what it means. What I don’t understand is what makes this a beautiful poem that society swoons over? It’s just a sonnet.
-Francine
She wrote replied, and I replied and I wondered how long I would be able to talk to her tonight. I wonder if we would only talk about sonnets or if I would learn something meaningful about her that I could add to my tasteless character “Fran.”
FROM: RC_WRITER TO: FRAN_UN-SEEN@GMAIL.COM (WED. 9/29/10 12:40PM)
“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Everyone sees Shakespeare’s sonnets beautiful in a different way. I can’t help you see the beauty that only you can define but I can help you get there, by helping you look at Shakespeare’s sonnets in a different light. What comes to your mind when you think of the sun?
-Ray
What comes to mind when I think of the sun? What did my opinion matter in all of this?
-Ray
The walls are far away and out of focus. I was dragged to some remote part of my mind where I was ambushed by the thoughts I suppressed on a day to day basis. Every thought that would burn me worse than pure acid, the thoughts I feared, the memories I regret, the people I hated emerged. They were dragging me down into a deep never ending pit, dark as night when I saw light. A brief quick glimmering flicker pulled me back into the reality of my room enclosed in washed out tawny walls. The glimmer I saved me I realized was the computer’s electronic light trying to notify me that I had an unread e-mail. I was astounded, and a scoff escaped my lips with what could only be described as pure surprise. The e-mail was from a Mr. RC_WRITER@HOTMAIL.COM . I opened the e-mail and with nothing better to do until dawn, I wrote back.
FROM: FRAN_UN-SEEN TO: RC_WRITER@HOTMAIL.COM (WED. 9/28/10 12:36AM)
I agree it’s not that difficult to decipher. I’ve broken down the language and understand exactly what it means. What I don’t understand is what makes this a beautiful poem that society swoons over? It’s just a sonnet.
-Francine
She wrote replied, and I replied and I wondered how long I would be able to talk to her tonight. I wonder if we would only talk about sonnets or if I would learn something meaningful about her that I could add to my tasteless character “Fran.”
FROM: RC_WRITER TO: FRAN_UN-SEEN@GMAIL.COM (WED. 9/29/10 12:40PM)
“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Everyone sees Shakespeare’s sonnets beautiful in a different way. I can’t help you see the beauty that only you can define but I can help you get there, by helping you look at Shakespeare’s sonnets in a different light. What comes to your mind when you think of the sun?
-Ray
What comes to mind when I think of the sun? What did my opinion matter in all of this?
