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Gardner English 10 per 1 19 September 2013 Sonnet 60 Analysis As time fades, so does beauty: the youthful words of the poet describing his lover however, shall not grow old. William Shakespeares soothing imagery gives a sense of tranquility, but switches to a darker choice of diction towards the end of the poem, illustrating the effect of what occurs over time to people. For example, he starts with a simile Like as waves make towards the pebbled shore. There is a connection made between the lapping water passing across pebbles, and the way time is passed across our lives. The similes and imagery give a relaxing image that floats us to the next lines that become harsh with bitter resentment towards time. We cross over, and it becomes a sharp jab into the originally flowing sonnet. And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow is a line penned with a hateful bite. The change between these two lines, exemplifies the change in human beings. As a child, they start out innocent and soft, but as years pass a childs innocence is hardened and maturity begins to transpire. The pivotal point in this sonnet is the line, And time that gave doth now his gift confound. The personification of time is strikingly true as this line digs deeper into the idea that time gives growth and development, but at its own pivot point it will cause deterioration and age. The speaker is telling this story of his lover, and explaining the romanticized idea that no matter how many yearsor minutes have gone by that it wont matter because the words he has written will withstand the cruel hand of time. As soon as the ink has touched paper, both are infinite; the words are a piece of youth that not even the powerful scythe of time can destroy. Overall, no

matter how desperately youth tries to cling to us, the grips of time will tear it away, one day permanently. Shakespeares words however, are untouchable; his words will praise his lover for eternity, infinite in time.

Hannah Barlow Ms. Gardner English 10 per 1 19 September 2013 Every Second We Play A rivalry game, we fight for our lives Fleeting seconds, the scoreboard is blank Our skin is fire, burning against the dives The crowd explodes, and no spirits have sank Each hard-earned point is a passing moment The net is a cage, dividing us fighters. Our bullets penetrate them, causing excitement: Nerves crackle through me like a dozen lighters. We stand tall together, my teammates and I, A pass, set, and hit, we strive to repeat We will never give up without a try, This monotonous battle to avoid defeat Our love for the game, outlasts the score, Proving to us, that we can accomplish more.