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That time of year thou mayst in me behold’ is one of the most widely anthologised sonnets by William Shakespeare, and is often praised as one of the most successfully constructed, and most moving, of all the Sonnets. Before we proceed to a brief analysis of Sonnet 73, here’s a reminder of the poem.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Before we roll up our sleeves and analyse Sonnet 73, here’s a brief paraphrase of its meaning: ‘Fair Youth, you can see in me a reflection of the autumnal and wintry time of year, when yellow leaves, or none, or few, hang upon the trees; the branches of such trees are like the choirs in monasteries, since they were once home to “sweet birds” who sang, but are now bare. In me, you see the evening reflected, when the sunset fades into the western sky, before the sun is taken away by the night, which is itself a reflection of death, which seals everyone and everything in rest. In me you see such a sunset reflected, a burnt-out case and a far cry from his youth, which is my death-bed and funeral pyre, where I will be devoured by that which gave me life. You observe all this, and it makes your love for me stronger, because you love me more knowing that you must lose me one day.’
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Before we roll up our sleeves and analyse Sonnet 73, here’s a brief paraphrase of its meaning: ‘Fair Youth, you can see in me a reflection of the autumnal and wintry time of year, when yellow leaves, or none, or few, hang upon the trees; the branches of such trees are like the choirs in monasteries, since they were once home to “sweet birds” who sang, but are now bare. In me, you see the evening reflected, when the sunset fades into the western sky, before the sun is taken away by the night, which is itself a reflection of death, which seals everyone and everything in rest. In me you see such a sunset reflected, a burnt-out case and a far cry from his youth, which is my death-bed and funeral pyre, where I will be devoured by that which gave me life. You observe all this, and it makes your love for me stronger, because you love me more knowing that you must lose me one day.’
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