Poetry Thursday

Today I bring you William Shakespeare - Sonnet 130 read by Alan Rickman. This is one of my favorite sonnets by William Shakespeare. I love the idea that love is special and wonderful dispite flaws that we all have. Plus with Alan Rickman reading the poem I can imagine Severus Snape confessing his love to Lily.

I love Alan Rickman's voice. All love is rare.

SONNET 130

By William Shakespeare

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.

I hope your day is filled with love and laughter. Be well my friends.