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<b>TWO SONNETS OF SHAKESPEARE </b>
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On the occasion of the 400th birth anniversary of Shakespeare, I present to you 
today two of the great Shakespearean sonnets. The sonnets, as you know, are all 
about love. They are however characterised by an incredible intensity and 
perhaps an equally incredible complexity, for the Shakespearean feeling is of 
that category.
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Shakespeare has treated love in a novel way; he has given a new figure to that 
common familiar sentiment. And incidentally he has given a new sense and bearing 
to Death. From a human carnal base there is a struggle, an effort here to rise 
into something extracorporeal; that is, something outside and independent of the 
body and impersonal. The sense of the first sonnet is this: the body decays and 
dies, even as bleak winter seizes upon the beauties of Nature or black Night 
swallows up the light of the day. But love lingers still—as the song of sweet 
birds—and the dying cadence of love curiously invokes and evokes a resurgent 
love in the beloved. The second sonnet hymns the soul's conquest over Death. The 
soul is that which is sinless in the sinful, it is the pure, the unsullied—the 
immortal love—in this filth and dirt of a mortal body with its crude passions. 
Death eats away the body, but in this way the soul grows and eats away Death. 
This is the final epiphany, the death of Death and the resurgence of the soul 
divine in its love divine.
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<b><i>Sonnet 73</i>
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	That time of year thou mayst in me behold 
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	When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang 
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	Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, 
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	Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. 
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	In me thou see'st the twilight of such day 
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	As after sunset fadeth in the west, 
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	Which by and by black night doth take away, 
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	Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 
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	In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, 
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	That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 
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	As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
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	Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. 
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	This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more
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	strong,
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	To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
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<b><i>Sonnet 146</i>
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	Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
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	[Fool'd by] these rebel powers that thee array, 
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	Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, 
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	Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? 
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	Why so large cost, having so short a lease, 
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	Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? 
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	Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, 
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	Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? 
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	Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,</p>
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	And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
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	Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
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	Within be fed, without be rich no more:
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	So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men 
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	And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
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The Shakespearean conclusion 'And Death once dead, there's no more dying then' 
resounds in our ears like an echo of the famous lines of Sri Aurobindo in <i>
Savitri—</i>
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	Even there shall come as a high crown of all
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	The end of Death, the death of Ignorance.
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The words are perilously parallel. I say perilously because one might just think 
that Shakespeare was trying to be a disciple of Sri Aurobindo!
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