Yes, so I've not posted in a long while. As I said on my other blog... I've been naughty! I promise to give this more effort from now on. I will not be posting anything original today simply because I haven't anything that I feel would be appropriate. I have started writing again, but they are a bit acerbic and I don't want my first post to have some acid spitting poem full of vicious vitrol. I would like to give you all something nice to read to begin with, not to mention the fact that I can write something much more pleasant, or at least less hateful. I really must stop watching the news. Honestly, it only pisses me off!
Anyway, today I will be sharing with you one of my very favorites of Shakespeare's sonnets. The first time I read it kind of felt bad for the lady it was about, but the more I read it I realized that Shakespeare wasn't, in fact, insulting the lady, but saying in a very satirical manner that his lady was perfectly lovely, but not in the way that everyone else sees lovely. In other words, she was an unusual sort of beauty that he appreciated and that all of the cliche little descriptions and comparisons couldn't be applied to! I love it! So enjoy!
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, why then 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 with false compare.
-William Shakespeare
