Our seventh wedding anniversary trumps blogging today. For your reading pleasure,
though, here’s a sonnet (No. 130) by William Shakespeare that we both like:

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.

8 thoughts on “RLTB

  1. Lori,
    I’m working a temporary job right now. It could end tomorrow or never, and might turn full-time permanent or not.

    Everything’s still way up in the air, but God’s providing.

  2. Happy Anniversary! I wrote a paper on that sonnet about 20 years ago. Hahaha. Since my husband works for a company called Sonnet Software (electromagmetic CAD software, go figure), every now and again he gets a request from some googling student for a sonnet for a class. I wrote this for him to send to a girl once. (Amazingly, she wrote back an illiterate but gushing thank-you.)

    I wish I knew a sonnet from a quatrain,
    But form and meter just escape my grasp,
    I thought I had a clue about a refrain,
    But when I spoke I heard the teacher gasp.
    And so I got a clue that I was missing
    The point of all that I was meant to learn.
    I’d rather be back in my dorm room kissing
    Than musing on the outcome of a turn.
    But here am I, my daddy paid tuition,
    And he expects to see me pass the class,
    He wants my mind to somehow reach fruition,
    To save me from becoming just an ass.
    What will be the outcome of his hope?
    An honor grad or just another dope?