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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

27 Jun

I’m going a little of topic here, but as it’s a Sunday night I though I’d indulge myself and post my favourite sonnet from Mr William Shakespeare.  It’s not totally irrelevant as in the UK, this sonnet appears on several GCSE exam boards. Here we go…..

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.

 

Ah, it’s just gorgeous! I know a lot of people struggle with the language but I actually think this is one of Shakespeare’s more simplier sonnets. My favourite part is “my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.” It totally wins the war against those long, Petrarchan sonnets which just build up an ideal woman who doesn’t exsist.

Shakespeare: yay or nay? Thoughts please!