Statements (83)
| Predicate | Object |
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| gptkbp:instance_of |
gptkb:poetry
gptkb:sonnet |
| gptkbp:addressed |
a young man
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| gptkbp:analysis |
Challenges traditional gender roles
Expresses complex emotions contrasts physical beauty with emotional connection. depicts a complex relationship. explores themes of beauty and desire. questions traditional gender roles. uses the concept of a 'fair youth'. Explores the nature of beauty |
| gptkbp:contains_song |
ABABCDCDEFEFGG
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| gptkbp:cultural_impact |
Referenced in popular culture
influenced modern poetry. studied in literature courses. Analyzed in academic settings performed in adaptations. analyzed in feminist literature. quoted in various media. Influenced LGBTQ+ literature Adapted in various artistic forms Studied in gender studies |
| gptkbp:form |
gptkb:poetry
gptkb:sonnet |
| gptkbp:has_reception |
included in anthologies.
analyzed by scholars. adapted into music. performed in theatrical productions. well-received in literary circles. |
| gptkbp:has_units |
Iambic pentameter
iambic pentameter |
| gptkbp:historical_context |
addresses societal norms of the time.
contemporary to other sonneteers. part of a larger sonnet sequence. reflects Elizabethan attitudes towards love. written during the English Renaissance. |
| gptkbp:historical_interpretation |
can be seen as homoerotic.
challenges the notion of fixed identity. invites diverse readings. often viewed as a love poem. suggests fluidity in gender. |
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Sonnet 20
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| gptkbp:influence |
Romantic poetry
LGBTQ+ literature Modern poetry |
| gptkbp:line |
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
And yet, to me, they are both alike untrue. |
| gptkbp:literary_devices |
gptkb:Symbolism
gptkb:Metaphor gptkb:metaphor gptkb:personification Imagery imagery Alliteration alliteration enjambment |
| gptkbp:notable_quote |
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare.
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted. For I have no pleasure in this contract tonight. My love is as a fever longing still. To me, fair friend, you never can be old. And in some perfumes is there more delight. And yet, to me, they are both alike untrue. But wherefore says my love that she is black? I grant I never saw a goddess go. Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. To see her in her own true form. |
| gptkbp:number_of_lines |
gptkb:14
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| gptkbp:part_of |
gptkb:Shakespeare's_Sonnets
gptkb:Shakespeare's_sonnets |
| gptkbp:published_in |
1609
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| gptkbp:subject_matter |
Unrequited love
Gender fluidity Beauty and desire |
| gptkbp:theme |
gptkb:Beauty
gptkb:Love love beauty Gender gender |
| gptkbp:written_by |
gptkb:William_Shakespeare
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| gptkbp:bfsParent |
gptkb:William_Shakespeare
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| gptkbp:bfsLayer |
4
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