My Mistress Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun
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 damasked, red and white,
But no roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in her breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet will 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 he ground:
And yet, by heaven I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
~William Shakespeare~
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So how do you feel after reading those delicate lines?
This is one of my personal favourite poem.....
I just learned this in my class n I fell in love with it already...
Love is blind... and beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...
When you read the title, the first line, it sort of foreshadowing that the persona is going to praise his mistress... and it's gonna be WOW.... remember how shakespeare describe his lover in Sonnet 18?
"Shall I compare thee to a summers day"
For this poem, it is quite the opposite...
The persona did not actually praise his mistress....
He described his mistress as pale looking, hair like a wire (haha), and she even walked
like a troll..
But why still I feel this poem is very romantic?
Just look at the last two lines that intentionally indented...
How he said that his mistress was rare and how he loved her unconditionally despite all the comparisons that he made in the beginning...
Her mistress is beautiful in the eyes of the persona...
He didn't care what others think... Because he was so in love with his mistress...
I also want to be loved in this kind of way...
I may look nothing for others but I am diamonds for him...
xoxo,
