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Shakespeare's second sonnet has long been considered controversial. It's also a solid favourite of many readers. But does the sonnet lose its controversy if one knows it's addressed to a man and not a woman?

Sonnet II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

As always, any thoughts you might have on this sonnet would be warmly appreciated.

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Happy sonneteering! 

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Anonymous

As an aspiring ephebe of great writers (besides humbleness, as of now, I still possess a great deal of ambition) the line "Proving his beauty by succession thine" reads like a seductive whisper. In general, Shakespeare's sonnets of procreation remind me of Harold Bloom's Anxiety of Influence, which I am yet to reread a couple times before I fully comprehend it, yet I cannot help but think that through aiming to possess the "beauty" of great writers, I myself may become the creator of something beautiful. However, whether that "beauty lies" or perhaps "Beauty is Truth", I'm yet to find out. What is all I need to know?

Martin

I am not, as yet anyway, a big fan of the Sonnets, but as a brand-new great-grandfather I completely agree with the last two lines. I wish I had the words to express the perfect validity of: This were to be new made when thou art old And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.