This by good recommendation will be posted every month for everyone to have their own say on poetry. It would be rude of me to jabber on about myself, despite being about to talk the hind legs off a donkey.
Here you are free to post your thoughts on poetry in general, the name and author of a poem you particularly enjoy or even request things from me! It’s all up to you.
So, what are you waiting for? Get posting.
Here you are free to post your thoughts on poetry in general, the name and author of a poem you particularly enjoy or even request things from me! It’s all up to you.
So, what are you waiting for? Get posting.
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Shakespeare's sonent 130
ReplyDeleteSONNET 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.