Today's readings came together in a surprising way.
My walk through The New Oxford Book of English Verse has me in William Shakespeare this week. At three pages a day (this will get me through the volume in a year), the Shakespeare section - the longest so far - will have taken a full week. Brilliant! Today I finished the last of Oxford's twenty selected Sonnets.
The following sonnet (152 of the Oxford poems, Sonnet 129 in the Yale Shakespeare complete collection) jumped out at me especially because of my morning Bible reading. Let me introduce you to the Sonnet by way of the lurid, tragic story from 2 Samuel 13:
(During my reading this morning, I wondered for the first time: who was David's biographer? Has anyone done a profile of the biographer? He would be nearly as interesting as his subject, I think!)
So, with that story in my head, an hour or so later I opened to this sonnet:
(Sonnet 129, William Shakespeare)
I just love the serendipity. And though I've read through the Sonnets at least once - and know several by heart - I was struck as if for the first time by the utter seriousness of this (and others). Indeed, the last of the sonnets in the Oxford anthology warrants a separate post of its own, with a serious question about just who this Shakespeare guy was, anyway. For today, I have to say Shakespeare knew the human heart, and I have to assume he also knew his Bible. Did he perhaps write this sonnet with Amnon and Tamar's story in mind? Maybe not - but don't they work together?
My walk through The New Oxford Book of English Verse has me in William Shakespeare this week. At three pages a day (this will get me through the volume in a year), the Shakespeare section - the longest so far - will have taken a full week. Brilliant! Today I finished the last of Oxford's twenty selected Sonnets.
The following sonnet (152 of the Oxford poems, Sonnet 129 in the Yale Shakespeare complete collection) jumped out at me especially because of my morning Bible reading. Let me introduce you to the Sonnet by way of the lurid, tragic story from 2 Samuel 13:
Now Absalom, David's son, had a beautiful sister, whose
name was Tamar. And after a time Amnon, David's son, loved her. And Amnon was
so tormented that he made himself ill because of his sister Tamar, for she was
a virgin, and it seemed impossible to Amnon to do anything to her. But Amnon
had a friend, whose name was Jonadab, the son of Shimeah, David's brother. And
Jonadab was a very crafty man. And he said to him, “O son of the king, why are
you so haggard morning after morning? Will you not tell me?” Amnon said to him,
“I love Tamar, my brother Absalom's sister.” Jonadab said to him, “Lie down on
your bed and pretend to be ill. And when your father comes to see you, say to
him, ‘Let my sister Tamar come and give me bread to eat, and prepare the food
in my sight, that I may see it and eat it from her hand.’” So Amnon lay down
and pretended to be ill. And when the king came to see him, Amnon said to the
king, “Please let my sister Tamar come and make a couple of cakes in my sight,
that I may eat from her hand.”
Then David sent home to Tamar, saying, “Go to your
brother Amnon's house and prepare food for him.” So Tamar went to her brother
Amnon's house, where he was lying down. And she took dough and kneaded it and
made cakes in his sight and baked the cakes. And she took the pan and emptied
it out before him, but he refused to eat. And Amnon said, “Send out everyone
from me.” So everyone went out from him. Then Amnon said to Tamar, “Bring the
food into the chamber, that I may eat from your hand.” And Tamar took the cakes
she had made and brought them into the chamber to Amnon her brother. But when
she brought them near him to eat, he took hold of her and said to her, “Come,
lie with me, my sister.” She answered him, “No, my brother, do not violate me,
for such a thing is not done in Israel; do not do this outrageous thing. As for
me, where could I carry my shame? And as for you, you would be as one of the
outrageous fools in Israel. Now therefore, please speak to the king, for he
will not withhold me from you.” But he would not listen to her, and being
stronger than she, he violated her and lay with her.
Then Amnon hated her with very great hatred, so that the
hatred with which he hated her was greater than the love with which he had
loved her. And Amnon said to her, “Get up! Go!” But she said to him, “No, my
brother, for this wrong in sending me away is greater than the other that you
did to me.” But he would not listen to her. He called the young man who served
him and said, “Put this woman out of my presence and bolt the door after her.”
Now she was wearing a long robe with sleeves, for thus were the virgin
daughters of the king dressed. So his servant put her out and bolted the door
after her. And Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long robe that she
wore. And she laid her hand on her head and went away, crying aloud as she
went.
(During my reading this morning, I wondered for the first time: who was David's biographer? Has anyone done a profile of the biographer? He would be nearly as interesting as his subject, I think!)
So, with that story in my head, an hour or so later I opened to this sonnet:
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
(Sonnet 129, William Shakespeare)
I just love the serendipity. And though I've read through the Sonnets at least once - and know several by heart - I was struck as if for the first time by the utter seriousness of this (and others). Indeed, the last of the sonnets in the Oxford anthology warrants a separate post of its own, with a serious question about just who this Shakespeare guy was, anyway. For today, I have to say Shakespeare knew the human heart, and I have to assume he also knew his Bible. Did he perhaps write this sonnet with Amnon and Tamar's story in mind? Maybe not - but don't they work together?
