Critical Appreciation of the sonnet no.18 "Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day":
This is one of best sonnets of Shakespeare. It is addressed
to a young friend of the poet. Here the poet celebrates the beauty of his
friend. The tradition of praising masculine beauty in verse was derived from
Greek and Latin poetry and it became a fashion in English poetry after ‘The
Renaissance’. The poet contrasts the ideal beauty of platonic conception
embodied in his friend with the transient beauty of nature. The poet thinks
that poetry is eternal and poetry will immortalize the beauty of his friend.
The sonnet shows a greatly enhanced sensibility and control.
The rose metaphor is cleverly humanized in the phrase, “darling buds of May”.
Summer’s lease adds concept of property so that it’s association with flowers
seems inevitable. The eye of heaven introduces the correspondence between
personality and the higher spheres with equal case. The eternal summer will be
created by the poet’s eternal lines in his poems. Even death will not be able
to make him its victim. The poet will celebrate the beauty of his friend in his
writing. All future remain will read about him and thus the beauty of his
friend will be eternal.
To His Love
(Sonnet no. 18)
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:—
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:—
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.