[Red Room] My Favorite Poem
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.My favorite poem is Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, in which Shakespeare does the opposite of the prevailing Petrarch-inspired tendency of poets to idealize their subjects.
Sonnet 130 speaks of real love, the kind of love that exists without blindness, but also without judgement. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”, he says. The subject of the poem is not the most beautiful creature in the room, she does not fit into the typical ideal of the time in which the poem is written, one of golden hair and bright blue eyes and alabaster skin.
To everyone else, this woman, his mistress, may be unremarkable. He holds no illusions about her, he will not call her a goddess, but instead acknowledges her faults. He sees the truth of what he is, and loves her anyway.
On the surface, this poem seems filled with insults, but to me, this has always been one of the most honest love poems I’ve ever read. Rather than idealizing his mistress, setting her on a pedestal, and insisting on her perfection, this lover does the unthinkable. He allows the object of his affection to be imperfect, to be real and flawed, and it does not affect his love. He accepts her, totally and without question.









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