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, 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.
This sonnet is definitely a love poem because the poem is dedicate from the writer to his mistress. However, instead of describing the beauty of the lover, Shakespeare is saying the imperfection of her appearance. For example, people always describe their love ones with the beautiful metaphors from the nature. Shakespeare goes totally opposite way. He mentions the appearance of his mistress is not able able to beat the beauty of the sun, snow, coral, and rose. At the last couplet, the writer mentions that even though the mistress has so many shortcomings, his true love is still with her.
The sonnet may reveals two idea. First, maybe the writer is really arguing about his mistress. Secondly, it may tell us the true love requires compassion and tolerance. By understanding and accepting a person has both good and shortcoming sides, the true love can be accomplished.
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