Julia Stiles meets Shakespeare

We rarely discussed sonnets in high school so I was not able to develop interest in it.  It was in college that I enjoyed reading (and memorizing) these well thought lines.  Fine, it was not an instant admiration but was more of the “pressure” to be fond of sonnets because I was a Theater student and was specializing in English.  I sensed it should be “matic” to appreciate all forms of literature because I will be teaching it (it is difficult to teach something that you don’t love).   In short, I forced myself to like sonnets.  After a sem or two, I finally grew much curiosity. - Yey! I can finally teach it with conviction.

I want to share the first sonnet I found touching.  I felt it since I was able to relate it to a poem of one of my favorite films (I think the scriptwriter meant it this way) .  I hope that this type of poetry does not make you feel intimidated at all (especially the teachers), because sonnets are just really wonderful (and remember, you will be teaching it!:P). These 14 liner poems can captivate one’s soul.  Trust me! :)

Buuuutttt, just in case you find sonnets threatening, let me help you.  What I want you to do is read the first poem below then continue with the sonnet.  These two literature pieces are related.  You will never go wrong.  There you go, start reading (aloud), then tell me what you think. 
 
 10 Things I Hate About You 
(from the film with the same title)

I hate the way you talk to me,
 and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.



SONNET 141
By: Shakespeare

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.





fell in love with Heath at this film too (I miss him...)