#sonnet 73

Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare (read by Natasha Richardson)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.

  This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,    To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou seest the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the deathbed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

  This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

  To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”

-William Shakespeare

It’s been a while since I spotted this when watching tld but then tfp happened so I was delayed. But when I watched it, I noticed the number 73 on the door below the smiley face, which we know itself is deliberate, and decided wth to look it up on a whim, expecting it to come up as unrelated but ohhhh boy is it relevant though. It’s about Death and feelings because of course it is.

That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.   This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,   To love that well which thou must leave ere long

to give more insight into the last line I did some analysis research here:

“Is the poet saying that the young man is now aware of the poet’s imminent demise, and this knowledge makes the young man’s love for the poet stronger because he might soon lose him?”

Anonymous asked: “Do you think that Sherlock staying in room 73 has anything to do with Shakespeare's Sonnet 73?”

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73:

That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.   This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,   To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

(here’s the post referenced)

Hmm, that’s interesting… Is it about John or Sherlock? I’m not very well read up in Shakespeare either, so my thoughts would be totally biased and not academic at all, LOL. 

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.