The sonnet I chose for this assignment was one by Pierre de Ronsard, a French poet.
When you are very old, at evening, by the fire,
spinning wool by candlelight and winding it in skeins,
you will say in wonderment as you recite my lines:
'Ronsard admired me in the days when I was fair.'
Then not one of your servants dozing gently there
hearing my name's cadence break through your low repines
but will start into wakefulness out of her dreams
and bless your name - immortalised by my desire.
I'll be underneath the ground, and a boneless shade
taking my long rest in the scented myrtle-glade,
and you'll be an old woman, nodding towards life's close,
regretting my love, and regretting your disdain.
Heed me, and live for now: this time won't come again.
Come, pluck now - today - life's so quickly-fading rose.
The poem, in a way, does relate to my big question, one of which was asking if were alone? In this universe and on Earth? The sonnet is a bit of a love poem, telling a woman to reminisce to a younger time. The poet is now dead and she will be on the verge of death. She perhaps regrets having loved the poet and disdains it, yet he tells her to not worry about the past and enjoy the present. He finished it with a very clear message: live for today as this time won't come again.
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