Shakespearean Sonnet Response:Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired: 
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
   Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
   For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.


This sonnet was very interesting to me in terms of meaning after I had annotated it. This sonnet, like many others, were directed to a specific person. Basically, to me it means that he was always a tired many, physically by day, and mentally by night. He had personified night as a women, saying as the sun went down the face of night became beautiful and young once again. But as he waited for night to fall he also had a very tiring day, both waiting and working. With the stress of both these things on his body and mind, he couldn't find any peace and just relax.


I thought at first this sonnet was about a woman, describing her as beautiful as night in his sleep, but later on I realized that this was only his imagination at work. For me it is strange to think of why someone would waste so much thought on this person when she doesn't exist. It was as if he was trying to bring this person to life through his dreams, the amount of thought he was using in the process has left him depleted for his apparently draining lifestyle.


I would think that this is still a beautiful poem, changing the focus of his writing to something else for a change. It was in truth somewhat difficult to depict his meanings but in the end it is just a dedication to his dreams, which I can somewhat understand. Reading this sonnet gave me a better understanding of Shakespearean sonnets and helped me find a focus for my own sonnet. 

Shakespearean Sonnet:Waiting For..

Sonnet 1
Title: Waiting For.

I continue to sleep, trying to dream

I think that my head is about to steam.

I only wish that I could remember

What my dreams were like before December.

Were they like fire, warm and yet so bold?

Or like winter snow, soft but just so cold.

I only wish that I could find the truth,

It feels like it’s hidden within my youth.

But then again I am only a kid,

Just hiding the feelings I must be rid.

I guess that I am just thinking too much,

About all these meaningless thoughts and such.

But this feeling, I couldn’t shake it before

So what is it that I am waiting for?

I had changed the rhyme scheme because I figured since this is poetry, we shouldn't be bound to rules of the things that we can and can do, so never the less, I hope it was still enjoyable for those who may end up reading it.

Poetry Unit:First 3 Poems

What is Night


Night is the time when the city is in the full moons grasp,
a place where we now come out to play.
Where a city ignites with a light that will make you gasp,
a time where you no longer know what to say.
Night is a time where we can truly be free,
night is a time where I now wish to be.


What happens to the promises that were made


Were the promises that we made kept,
or had they just disappeared as we've gone up and slept?
Were these words just for show,
so that they lay in our minds for us to never know?
So I ask you,
What happens to the promises that were made,
are they gone now?
I suppose it's too bad,I wish they had stayed.


The Disputa


As the mortals cry and pray up to the heavens above,
the ones who have passed try to look down at us with love.
With heaven looking down from the clouds as if on display,
we mortals still finds more and more to say.
With both worlds caught in this tragic dispute,
I find that these words have been wasted
for both the ears of heaven and earth are both mute.

Artist Response:Raphael Sanzio

"The Disputa"

The artist that I chose to look up for this project was Raphael Sanzio. Raphael was born in the town of Urbino,Italy on either March 28th or April 6 1483 (It seems that the day of his birth has been found but not the year).Although he died at the young age of 37, his artwork lived on,showing his different styles and works of beauty.Raphael was born during during the period of The Renaissance, working alongside Leonardo Di Vinci as well as his rival Michelangelo. Raphael has painted in not just one, but three different European styles of painting, from his own style to the traditional way of Florence to last years of life in Rome, where he meet his untimely death on April 6th,1520.
Raphael's works of art were highly celebrated and upon their incredible grace and soothing perfection.Many of his paintings were found and kept safe,from his paints and drawings to his large scale paintings inside the Vatican(The Pope's Palace). Of all the works of art that I've come across from Raphael, I was struck by his first masterpiece that he had worked on for the Pope in Rome,The Disputa.
The Disputa or Dispute is a scene that was painted on the walls of the Vatican by Raphael between 1509 and 1510.To me this picture show a argument between heaven and the people of earth,though it isn't really clear on what the dispute is about.I was able to recognize some figures from the Bible in this picture such as Jesus Christ,The Virgin Mary and John the Baptist,watching calmly from above.
What I like about the picture aside from the vivid colors and detail of the image is whats actually happening inside the picture.From what I understand it seems like us humans are praying and begging with heaven while Jesus,Mary and John attempt to keep to peace while the other people in heaven discuss the matter at hand. This picture captures the tension and emotion in the scene while giving it a strange sense of beauty as well,which is perplexing since this has to do with an dispute between the dead and the living.