Unchanging in the face of change

A sonnet today. Shakespeare.

Love, he says, is constant: unchanging even in the face of change, unfaltering even in a raging storm. It is a fixed point of reference even when it it is undervalued.

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. 

Love might be butterflies and daisies to many people, but to me – and apparently to Shakespeare – it’s a rock.

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2 Responses

  1. myrthryn says:

    Although the meter seems a bit stretchy, I enjoyed reading this. The last two lines bring everything home like the should in a Shakespearean sonnet. Love that!

  2. Knot Telling says:

    Welcome to Telling Knots, myrthryn. Take a look around – maybe you’ll find something else you enjoy.

    I love that about the final couplet, too. In this sonnet, it’s almost pugnacious: This is true, and anyone who says otherwise is wrong. Delightful.

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