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    Justin Allen Ms.

    Gardener Honors English 10 Period 0 10 September 2013 Sonnet 12 Analysis In sonnet 12, Shakespeare uses his beloved as a centerpiece, it was used in order to explain how mankind are subject to the difficulties that life has to offer. Time will cause everything to age and all beauty to fade: Through writing, the poet proves that only posterity will evade death. The poet uses the line, That though among the wastes of time must go to express the theme of lost youth that was wasted and cannot be returned. The soft diction used when the poet questions his beloved as she must depart him from this world, and when he sees the beauty of nature fade in turn is expressed in the first quatrain of the poem; it then continues through the second. Once he takes a closer look at his surroundings he finally come to terms with the fact that his beloved was what made the world seem such a lovely place and that life offers so little and that everything beautiful will come to an end. In addition, he realizes that life goes by too fast, that beauty fades too quickly, and that nothing shall escape Times scythe. The only defense against the reaper of time is to have posterity challenge Times authority and to have them carry down the memory of the poet. By doing so, the poet has achieved immortality not only through his posterity, but he is also immortalized in his poetry. He has survived Times reaping of the scythe. The poet uses vivid imagery of the natural setting, euphonic assonance and smooth consonance, and a decisive imperative statement in order to prove the theme of Times grip on the short life of human and survival through this life in his poem. Natural imagery is used as both literal and figurative examples of the aging of the human condition. The vivid description of summers green all girded up in sheaves,/ Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard not only depicts the summer harvest being carted away across the English landscape on a funeral cart, but also it brings to mind the image of an old man, with a scraggy white beard, being hauled away after his death. The consonance in provided in Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake brings to mind a rather smooth yet almost sinister diction, matching the line of sweets and abandonment. The assonance of the line When lofty trees see barren of leaves, evoke the image of once mighty trees now reduced to barren branches. This helps support the theme of slowly sinking into ones elderly shell by depicting aging as a smooth transition, but then going into death as the rough, and final, endpoint. The imperative sentence at the end declares that nothing gainst Times scythe can make defence/ Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence, and supports the idea that there really is a way to avoid deaths harsh image that erases ones memory of their beloved. It is only by having posterity continue on, that one will have themselves immortalized forever in the memories of their loved ones and their names forever engraved and embodied in poetry.

    The Woods A dark place full of strange noises and whistling wind,

    The path has been worn down by weary hikers. The night grew long as the shadows of the trees thinned. The tree limbs spread across the skyline like spiders. The hoot of the night owl and the screech of the bats Sent eerie chills up my spine, in the warm night air. The night was teaming with the mosquitos, flies, and gnats. Ahead I see a creek bed lying dry and bare. The distant howl of wolves traveling by nights cover, Give way to birds chirping their morning calls. The moons reign in the night sky is over. Sunshine breaks the tension in the sky and the moon falls. The dawn of a new day glows brightly overhead, And I make my way back to my cabins bed. By Allen

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