Last week, we took a bit of break in our project. Since the holidays, we’ve been slightly rushed with our schedule, so we switched out a play due date for a lighter obligation: sonnets. I’ve read only a handful of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but almost all of them strike me with their metaphors and piercing couplets. I had the good luck to look over four that I had never read before, one that I chose at random and three that my companions chose for themselves. For the record, Katy chose Sonnet 27; Liz, 25; Hannah, 64; and me, 61.
I was pleased with my choice: in Sonnet 61, Shakespeare uses an image of thoughts flying away from their owner to another person, an idea also employed in Sonnet 44, my favorite. The speaker describes his (as an English major, I know not to assume that the speaker is male, but we’re not in class and I think the speaker is probably Shakespeare himself so that’s that) sleeplessness, caused by his missing his beloved (whom, although I know also not to assume on this point, I will take to be female; I’m not trying to be heteronormative, but I’m pretty sure Shakespeare wrote this love sonnet to a woman). At first, this is plain “I can’t get to sleep” insomnia, but it intensifies by steps, first to “I can’t sleep because I’m seeing things” and then to “I can’t sleep because I’m seeing thing that are judging me.” I wouldn’t think this was a common problem, but let’s go with it.
All of this information is framed in questions, as you’ll see plainly if you read the sonnet; the speaker asks the beloved if she’s causing each of the stages. He answers his own question at the start of the third quatrain, and at this point it becomes clear that the questions are meant to indict the beloved. She’s not sending any thoughts or spirits to him; she doesn’t care about him enough to do such a thing! The implication, growing up to the end of the poem, is that the speaker wants his spirit to haunt her—because that’s what love is all about. The difference in how he perceives their feelings towards each other—her love is “much,” but his is “great” (line 9)—reveals the speaker’s sense of superiority. These two words could be synonyms, but “great” carries an implication of nobility and pride with it; no matter how much she loves him, his love is more self-sacrificing, more caring, and just of a better quality overall. Another distinction, brought to my attention by Helen Vendler in her book The Art of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, appears in the first line of the couplet. Here, the speaker “watch[es]” or sits up alertly while the beloved merely “wake[s]” or is conscious (line 13).
The final line delivers that punch that I appreciate about the sonnets so much. For the entire poem, the speaker talks about himself and the beloved; there is no third party in his sleeplessness or love. But at the last moment, he reveals a third party in the beloved’s life: “others” (line 14). This single word illuminates the speaker’s feelings of the last thirteen-and-a-half lines. He’s upset and restless because he spends all of his attention and efforts on her while she fills her time with these “others.”
We talked about how creepy this is. I suppose the concept of stalking is just one of those modern sensibilities. Nevertheless, I could relate to some of these words, and that’s what I think poetry is for.