National Poetry Month: Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

[lokifan_import]

Shakespeare mocking the sonnets his contemporaries wrote while explaining why his lady, and his love, was much more fantastic. Like puppies and sunshine and rainbows. :)


Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

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 hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
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;
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 by false compare.

Comments

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

Aw fuck yes, I love this sonnet. I especially love how Shakespeare made his sonnets to the lady love that has a more vivid sexuality than that of his contemporaries.

[lokifan]

*nodnod* Absolutely.

ICON WIN.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU! The quote is actually from my Shakespeare course last spring. :D

[klashfor.livejournal.com]

Ahaha Shakespeare is such a badass.

[lokifan]

AMIRITE?