7/4/11

"she's not just a fantasy... she's real"

My favourite 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.

1 comment:

BrigitaO said...

cool! LOve the first 2 pics!