Monday, January 28, 2013

"Sonnet 135" by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 135

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enough am I, that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large Will more:
     Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
     Think all but one, and me in that one Will.

Source of the text – The Arden Shakespeare Complete Works, Revised Edition, edited by Richard Proudfoot, Ann Thompson, David Scott Kastan, and H.R. Woudhuysen.  London: Arden Shakespeare, an imprint of Cengage Learning, 2002, p. 40.

TJB:  Pun on the edge of nervous breakdown. In densely parallel, surprise-repetitive polysemy, is it a message in a bottle or a Rorschach blot?

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