what does this mean
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 8:38:56 AM
Here is a sonnet
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye*,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack* on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace*:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 8:45:28 AM
Here is a resource to look at: sparknotes
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 8:45:58 AM
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 8:46:46 AM
Looks like it is sonnet 33
Looks like it is sonnet 33
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 8:55:04 AM
an interesting word Anon
at once
straight away
then again
now and then as in "ever" and "anon"
in a little while: see you anon
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 9:00:01 AM
rack
Generally means a destruction and ruin. But it also means the broken clouds that appear in the sky in a disorderly broken down fashion.
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 9:02:29 AM
alack
An exclamation expressive of sorrow.
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 9:04:48 AM
whit: a small item
iota,
scintilla,
shred,
smidge,
smidgen,
smidgeon,
smidgin,
tittle
satya - Sunday, May 03, 2009 9:14:08 AM
Finally to the meaning
I have seen or witness many glorious mornings
These mornings praise the mountain tops with their glow
these mornings kiss the green meadows with their golden light
these mornings brighten the colorless sreams into streaks of gold
But sometimes permit the lowly clouds to move
and spread their ugly looking broken clouds on his cosmic face
From a troubled world they seem to hide his face
In disgrace he sets in the west unseen like a thief
However he did rise one morning to brighten my face
But only for an hour,
before the cloud masked and hid him from me.
But for this my love shouldn't blame the least bit
Should be no surprise then,
Great people, like the sun, may under go something similar.