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William Shakespeare, 1609

Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Summary:

The speaker hopes that the young man does not spend a long time mourning for him. To not feel sorrow, not even for his death. The speaker tells him to stop loving him after his death or people would use it against him.

* My favorite part is when he tells the young man to stop feeling sad when the bells are done ringing.

Shakespeare uses imagery to enhance this poem. He says "vile world with the vilest worms to dwell," to represent the speaker's corpse leaving this world and going onto the new one. What this would be taken to mean is that "vile" is the world he lived in for many years and the "worms" are his new 'life,' where he is now laid to rest.

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Remember

How must I forget my reason to live?

You are the sun that brings light to my life,

Ask to bury my sun, I won’t forgive.

Without my light, I’ll live dark nights in strife.

Living in the dark, how’s it possible?

My memories of you are permanent.

Forgetting you will be impossible,

Like recalling someone I’ve never met,

But I will do as you desire my love.

I’ll attempt the impossible for you.

Sweet words you’ve said to me, I’ll get rid of.

Erase all of you, make my mind brand new.

I’ll do as you say, but don’t do the same.

Keep me within you, remember my name.

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SONNET 71

``No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone. -W. Shaespeare

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