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Saturday, April 27, 2013
Shakespeare Sonnet 55 analysis, paraphrase and theme
To Althea. From prison summary and analysis
Text
of the Poem
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Summaries
and Notes
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When Love with unconfinèd wings
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Although
in prison, the poet is freer than the birds that fly about at
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Hovers within my gates,
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will.
Why? Because his mind is free. He can imagine his love,
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And my
divine Althea brings
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Althea,
so close to him that he becomes tangled in her hair and
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To whisper at the grates;
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their
gazes meet when they are only inches apart.
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When I
lie tangled in her hair
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è:
The grave accent over the e indicates that the letter receives
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And fetter'd to her eye,
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full
pronunciation: UN kon FY ned
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The
birds that wanton in the air
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within my gates: inside the prison; grates: bars, grill
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Know no such liberty.
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wanton: fly freely and aimlessly
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When
flowing cups run swiftly round
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Fishes
have a whole ocean from which to drink. But they are less
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With no allaying Thames,
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free
to drink than I am here in prison. My imagination makes
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Our
careless heads with roses bound,
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bottomless
cups flow with wine—without water from the
River
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Our hearts with loyal flames;
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Thames
to dilute it—as I and my friends wear rosy
wreaths and
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When
thirsty grief in wine we steep,
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toast
the king. We may mourn the loss of our rights, but still there
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When healths and draughts go free—
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are
toasts (healths) and draughts (the taking in of wine).
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Fishes
that tipple in the deep
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loyal flames: support for the king
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Know no such liberty.
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When,
like committed linnets, I
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Though
I am in prison, I am free to sing the praises of my king.
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With shriller throat shall sing
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No wind,
however strong, can make as great a sound as I can
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The
sweetness, mercy, majesty,
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when I
sing the glories of my monarch.
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And glories of my King;
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committed linnets: caged birds that include canaries
and
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When I
shall voice aloud how good
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sparrows
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He is, how great should be,
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Enlargèd
winds, that curl the flood,
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Know no such liberty.
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Stone
walls do not a prison make,
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The
walls and iron bars that surround me cannot imprison me,
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Nor iron bars a cage;
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for my
mind remains free. Because I am innocent of wrongdoing,
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Minds
innocent and quiet take
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I
regard prison as a hermitage, a retreat where I can concentrate
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That for an hermitage;
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on
what matters to me—my love for Althea and
the principles by
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If I
have freedom in my love
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which
I live. Only angels have as much freedom as I do.
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And in my soul am free,
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Angels
alone, that soar above,
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Enjoy such liberty.
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Paradox
The entire poem rests on this paradox: the imprisoned speaker
is a free man.
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