Monday, 6 June 2011

In the Rose Garden

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.

William Shakespeare
Sonnet CXXX

a wet Sunday afternoon
at Hinton Ampner.


  1. Imagine what you might write on a sunny day?!?!

  2. right is Trash ...!

  3. Shakespeare and Roses - how to lift a dull day.

  4. Shakespeare's mistress must have had a sense of humor, don't you think?

  5. Thought I was having a tour of roses in your garden, would not be the least surprised had I been. So much pink gorgeousness!

  6. Wow. That's a lot of backhanded compliments.
    The roses are gorgeous.

  7. Beautiful illustrated version of the Shakespeare sonnet. I teach English and this would be a great lesson! Very cool. I also love the roses--amazingly my desert survivors are blooming!
    You are one of the blogs I post on my blog, Desert Argonauta---from the hi desert of California.


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