Sonnets maan

2,000 views

Published on

Published in: Education
0 Comments
0 Likes
Statistics
Notes
  • Be the first to comment

  • Be the first to like this

No Downloads
Views
Total views
2,000
On SlideShare
0
From Embeds
0
Number of Embeds
2
Actions
Shares
0
Downloads
4
Comments
0
Likes
0
Embeds 0
No embeds

No notes for slide

Sonnets maan

  1. 1. Shakespeare’s Sonnets
  2. 2. Types of meter Foot type Style Stress pattern Syllable count Iamb Iambic Unstressed + Stressed Two Trochee Trochaic Stressed + Unstressed Two Spondee Spondaic Stressed + Stressed Two Anapest Anapestic Unstressed + Unstressed + Stressed Three Dactyl Dactylic Stressed + Unstressed + Unstressed Three Amphibrach Amphibrachic Unstressed + Stressed + Unstressed Three Pyrrhic Pyrrhic Unstressed + Unstressed Two
  3. 3. Conventions of a Sonnet • A sonnet is a poem with the following features: – Lines: Fourteen lines – Meter: Iambic pentameter – Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGG (Shakespearean sonnet) – Sonnets were typically love poems written from a man to a woman expressing his feelings for her
  4. 4. Is this a sonnet? "Mother dear, may I go downtown Instead of out to play, And march the streets of Birmingham In a Freedom March today?" "No, baby, no, you may not go, For the dogs are fierce and wild, And clubs and hoses, guns and jails Aren't good for a little child." "But, mother, I won't be alone. Other children will go with me, And march the streets of Birmingham To make our country free." "No, baby, no, you may not go, For I fear those guns will fire. But you may go to church instead And sing in the children's choir." She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair, And bathed rose petal sweet, And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands, And white shoes on her feet. The mother smiled to know that her child Was in the sacred place, But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. For when she heard the explosion, Her eyes grew wet and wild. She raced through the streets of Birmingham Calling for her child. She clawed through bits of glass and brick, Then lifted out a shoe. "O, here's the shoe my baby wore, But, baby, where are you?"
  5. 5. Is this a sonnet? I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
  6. 6. Is this a sonnet? Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
  7. 7. Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
  8. 8. Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
  9. 9. Petrarch: Typical love sonnet The way she walked was not the way of mortals but of angelic forms, and when she spoke more than an earthly voice it was that sang: a godly spirit and a living sun
  10. 10. Fidessa – Typical love sonnet My Lady's hair is threads of beaten gold; Her front the purest crystal eye hath seen; Her eyes the brightest stars the heavens hold; Her cheeks, red roses, such as seld have been; Her pretty lips of red vermilion dye; Her hand of ivory the purest white; Her blush AURORA, or the morning sky. Her breast displays two silver fountains bright; The spheres, her voice; her grace, the Graces three;    Her body is the saint that I adore; Her smiles and favours, sweet as honey be. Her feet, fair THETIS praiseth evermore. But Ah, the worst and last is yet behind: For of a griffon she doth bear the mind!
  11. 11. Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
  12. 12. Now YOU will write a sonnet  • Option 1: Help poor Benedick out and write a sonnet from him to Lady Beatrice • Option 2: Write a sonnet from Beatrice to Benedick • Option 3: Write a sonnet from yourself to a lucky lady or gentleman

×