One of the many downsides of teaching Junior English is that, being American Lit-focused, I don’t get to teach any Shakespeare. I love the history plays–Henry V is my most favorite play ever–and while I do appreciate the works of Arthur Miller and Lorraine Hansberry, it’s just not the same.
While I like The Bard’s plays, I’ve never been wild about his sonnets. Except for one. It’s the only one that I feel has verve and life to it, the only one that isn’t hyper-treacly. So if you haven’t ever read Sonnet 145, I hope you enjoy it here.
