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1.why might sonnet 18 by francesco petrarcha be interpreted as a poem about defeat as much as a poem about love? use specific examples from the text in your response.

this the poem:
ashamed at times that i am silent, yet,
lady, though your rare beauties prompt my rhyme,
when first i saw thee i recall the time
such as again no other can be met.
but, with such burthen on my shoulders set.
my mind, its frailty feeling, cannot climb,
and shrinks alike from polish'd and sublime,
while my vain utterance frozen terrors let.
often already have i sought to sing,
but midway in my breast the voice was stay'd,
for ah! so high what praise may ever spring?
and oft have i the tender verse essay'd,
but still in vain; pen, hand, and intellect
in the first effort conquer'd are and check'd.

I'm going to begin by saying it is not about defeat at all. It is about humbly  admitting to an inability to complete the task he is trying to undertake.  

But let's start with why defeat may be the answer.  You have to look at the last six lines, beginning with "Often already have I sought to sing." It tells us that he is well equipped to deal with poetry and the problems about writing love sonnets. So that line does not suggest defeat. Now comes the problem: as he progresses, he finds that the song he wants to sing has stayed where it is locked away in his heart (chest) where it cannot be heard. He's tried. The tender verse has been written (essay'd), but it does not come out the way he would like. Nothing works. His pen hand and intellect are all locked in a mute silence (my words).

But is any of this defeat? No, I would say. He just can't do what he's set out to do. Defeat is giving up. Momentary inability is just not being able to solve the problem. He feels his tools are inadequate. And yet, the first eight lines tell us why.

Look at that 2nd line. Wouldn't you like someone to say that to you? Perhaps not, but I'm sure she was not repulsed by it. She is so astonishingly beautiful in his eyes that he is made silent (first line).

No one else possesses her beauty (fourth line). He's locked away in frozen terror by even trying 8th line.  The lines I have not discussed (like the frailty of the mind [polished and sublime] are inadequate. She is just to gorgeous.

Though we may not like that kind of poetry, it was a style of the 1300s. The idealization of women and their beauty (even if they were not beautiful), was a sort of trend that was quite common.