Tuesday, January 13, 2009
♥ On His Blindness
by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Our English teacher- Mam Evelyn Talucad briefly discussed this poem by John Milton written before he became blind. He complained his state and how he couldn't use his talent on writing because soon he will be blind. His state is like a king when he bears God's problem and still serve him. And according to Mam T, the last line They also serve who only stand and wait is the most powerful line in the sonnet and the contradictory part to the whole sonnet.
Labels: John Milton, Petrarcahan, Sonnet
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