Found my North Star in Sonnet 116. I just can’t get over how perfect these lines are.
I’ve been sitting with Sonnet 116 for a while now, and I just have to say: I love it.
There is something so incredibly grounding about the idea that love is the star to every wandering bark. In a world where everything feels like it’s constantly shifting and changing, Shakespeare’s insistence that true love "alters not with his brief hours and weeks" feels like a necessary anchor.
It’s not just a poem about romance; to me, it feels like a poem about the strength of the human spirit and the power of staying true to something or someone even when the tempests hit.
Which specific line in this sonnet hits you the hardest? For me, it’s the idea that true love 'bears it out even to the edge of doom.'
u/IllEstablishment6822 — 18 hours ago
