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
– William Shakespeare
Got any favorite poem(s) to share?
honestly, almost anything by langston hughes. i’ll give you a little sampling.
April Rain Song
Sea Calm
The Negro Speaks of Rivers
There’s also this poem I love called “Love is a deep and a dark and a lonely” and I believe its by Carl Sandburg. Its wonderful, but I can’t find it anywhere.
The sonnet you posted is my favorite of Shakespeare’s. =)
=) God bless you too
Hmmmm :juggle: