Let’s begin this new year with a lesser-known composition of Wiliam Shakespeare. This is a plaintful story… Being plaintful means…being sorrowful… and being sorrowful means being this young lady of this poem.

But you know… this sorrow of this young lady is quite beguiling!
A young woman is crying on the bank of a river. She is picking up ambers, crystals, and braided jets from her basket and throwing them into the river one by one…Also, her letters, written in blood. She is throwing them into the flood.
An old man observes this. Consolation comes from him. The old man wants to know… the motive of her woe!
She now begins the discourse of her complaint…an interlocution of her grief to the old man… a lover’s complaint!
‘Father,’ she says, ‘though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgement I am old:
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power.
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself, and to no love beside.
She then describes the youth of her lover, a skillful horse rider and so skillful in the speech that he could make the laugher weep and a weeper laugh.
‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls…..
and
Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin…..
Her lover is a fetching character, so charming, so bewitching that women gave themselves to him, without even his wanting it. Many thought themselves as his mistress. This young lady knew about his past treacheries and she took an oath to keep herself away from him. But soon the desire overcame the reason. The lover asks pity for his past sufferings. She came near and the passion for love is so fiery that her vows got broken. She said that how a tear could melt a rocky heart.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath
She knew that he was a beguiler; She knew that he was untrue; she knew that it was all lie.
But what drama and what fancy of those uncontrolled emotions of youth that brought the downfall of this young lady. The moisture of his eye betrayed her. He seduced her and left her.
But this young lady so occulted so bewitched that she said despite all this if she had to feel such a pleasure again… She might fall again!
O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,
O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
And new pervert a reconciled maid
This is considered a controversial title. The authorship of this work is disputed I learned. But it did not affect my reading experience. Some claim this work an undeserved composition from the Bard. Trash… I don’t think it is so. I loved it. And it is not always necessary that a genius will always produce a great piece of art. he has every right to slip. There is nothing nasty in it. Though an abrupt end is there. But that is what poetry is all about. The message was fully conveyed. I think this poem is all about the temptation and inducement of a young age and is certainly a good read!
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