Sonnets
Hey Guys!
Mrs. McLeay showed us one of Shakespear’s sonnets.
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 ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I think that Shakespear is comparing someone he loves to something else that is beautiful. He tells them how much better they are than a summer’s day. Personally, I think he really liked whoever he was writing about. I think he then say that the person he’s referring to won’t ‘fade’ from his mind.
We also had to write our own sonnets. This is one of the most depressing things I have ever written.
A Perfect Day
The sun didn’t come into the darkened room.
Outside there is sun, inside there is rain.
The mossy green walls close in like a tomb.
I wonder if I’ll ever smile again.
I want a perfect day. They’re hard to find.
Where I can disappear, where I can hide.
We’ll jump in puddles and get our socks wet.
We’ll bake choc’late cakes with butter and cream.
We’ll share memories we’ll never forget.
Hot choc’late and tea on a rainy day.
A cry of pain shatters my perfect dream.
I’m cold inside. I am filled with dismay.
The middle part is happy…well, not really. The person in the poem is more or less in denial. It’s arguably happy.
Until next time…Farewell!
Keshia. 
