When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang."
Shakespeare is trying to paint that emotional moment of a lost love. I know, I know, it's so old school - a tree in winter, boughs skaking against the cold.. blah, blah blah. It's so familiar, but let me ask you a question.. Who here has had their heart broken? Yeah okay. Now we know who the dramatic ones are, but here's my point - when you're suffering, and I mean truly suffering, it's the cliches that heal you. When I'm sad give me George Jones or Willie Nelson, that's the brilliance of these sonnets - they state the obvious. Cliches are cliches because they are the things that have stuck to the wall. Our greatest arrogance is to believe that we are all special because the truth is we are all unbelievably the same. "
