Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 28, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Sonnet 130

by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616).

 

SONNET 130

 

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;                      

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,                                   5

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;                                 10

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

 

Notes:

http://poetry.suite101.com/article.cfm/shakespeare_sonnet_130

http://shakespeare.about.com/od/sonnet130glossary/Explanatory_Notes_for_Shakespeares_Sonnet_130.htm

http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/shakesonnets/section10.rhtml

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw6Swr-ME40


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