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From the Amoretti - Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name is a sonnet by Edmund Spenser.

The poet starts with romantic scene. He and her beloved are at the strand. The speaker writes her name upon the strand but wave comes and washes that away. But poet again writes now with second hand. But again wave washes it.

After seeing this speaker's beloved tells him that he works in vain to immortalize her. She points out that one day she will die, her body will fall to decay as all living things must in that moment, she says her name will be lost, wiped out as the wave erases the letters in the sand.

But the poet knows how to make her name immortal. He says that other things may die and rot, but she will live by fame. He will make her name immortal by writing her poems, he will immortalize her so that long after her death, even the heavens will remember her glorious name.

So the poem speaks about the power of verse. It has power to make someone immortal.

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  1. Mir HassanMay 18, 2023 at 9:06 AM

    Well written and Well explained article and very helpful for the students

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