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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.
I like this sonnet a lot. I've never been a "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day" kind of girl. (Of course, it's never been an issue, as people are not lining up to write poems about me. But I've thought about this, off and on, since I first read this poem in junior high.) I'd rather hear that I am cherished despite obviously not having cheeks like roses or a voice better than music. I'd rather thought be a girl than a goddess, because that's what I am. I tread upon the ground, as my soggy blue Pumas prove. And that is not perfect, but it is beautiful.
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.
I like this sonnet a lot. I've never been a "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day" kind of girl. (Of course, it's never been an issue, as people are not lining up to write poems about me. But I've thought about this, off and on, since I first read this poem in junior high.) I'd rather hear that I am cherished despite obviously not having cheeks like roses or a voice better than music. I'd rather thought be a girl than a goddess, because that's what I am. I tread upon the ground, as my soggy blue Pumas prove. And that is not perfect, but it is beautiful.