Sonnet 130 William Shakespeare

I was introduced to this recently and what a joy. Whether he is calling a spade a shovel, hes being ironic or he’s using the unvarnished truth, it made me goggle a little and laugh out loud. Although if I was his love I would probably have smacked him! 

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 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. Harry says:

    Probably my favourite Shakespeare. To a modern reader it’s nuance and humour are obvious, but in Shakespeare’s age a poem like this was really quite revolutionary. Got to love it.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. sam1128 says:

      Yes indeed, it just needs to be viewed by a wider audience and I feel that people who are turned off by the thought of Shakespeare, might revise their opinion reading it out of context so to speak!


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