This sonnet describes how nothing in life can ever remain the same. After some time, the end is inevitable. The speaker paints a picture in the mind of the reader by describing the turning leaves of autumn, a fading sunset and the smoldering embers of a fire. However, the speaker is not bitter by the ending of these things. He is instead enchanted by them. I think it is simply human nature to feel this way, as we are clearly drawn to the things we cannot hold onto. Drawing on the speaker’s example of summer, isn’t it the shortness of the season that draws us to it? Living in such a snowy area, we especially crave the short months of sun. However, if we had the warm weather all the time, we would not look forward to it as much.
No comments:
Post a Comment