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Sonnet 109, Week 122, July 2, 2019
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I realize that there are also sexual innuendoes in the sonnet...however...I don't know why but I do not feel that this is directed at someone if its a boy. I feel that...this is about a love so special like that of a child. I haven't looked into when this was written but something about this
"For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all."
Is this sonnet comparing the love we have for a lover, a spouse...which is so exciting and sexual as less than the love we have for our children. Love of our children is so pure and eternal...if this is about his own son then it is a love that goes beyond death. I find when I feel this I feel tears well up in me.
However I could be totally off on this. "nothing" s another word for female sex and genitals. Nothing is used here twice. If he is using nothing to say female genitals...how does this influence us critically trying to find meaning?
"For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all."
Is this sonnet comparing the love we have for a lover, a spouse...which is so exciting and sexual as less than the love we have for our children. Love of our children is so pure and eternal...if this is about his own son then it is a love that goes beyond death. I find when I feel this I feel tears well up in me.
However I could be totally off on this. "nothing" s another word for female sex and genitals. Nothing is used here twice. If he is using nothing to say female genitals...how does this influence us critically trying to find meaning?



Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.