Favorite Romantic Poem #13: Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare

Yet again Rose surprised Gigi with her classical choice of a poem. Gigi knows quite a few of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but not all of them. This is one that she is not as familiar with. But like most of his sonnets, it is lyrical and beautiful, and just what poetry should be.

  • “Sonnet 130” by Shakespeare
  • 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,
    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 with false compare


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