muse

 SONNET 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 sometimes declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

When I was around 16 years old, I was fixated by this Sonnet. My English teacher told us about this sonnet. Not in depth, but just the name. Enough to make me look it up online.

I have loved this piece for the longest time. How nice it is to be compared by summer and yet even summer can't compete with the muse's beauty. My favourite line would be the last two:

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." 

Just like summer, beauty don't last forever. It will soon fade away. And this beauty will never be seen by the next generation. So how do we preserve it? By writing a piece, poem, sonnets and proses. 

As long as a man can read, the muse's charm will always be remembered.

Hence, that is why I love to write. Whether it be a sad one, or just some random jumbled up words. I know those words will be etched with a memory that I have at that time.

Love, Juita.