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 Remember

This is a poem, I, now, know off by heart.

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born
The little window where the sun came creeping in at morn
He never came a wink to soon
Nor brought to long a day
Now I often wished the night had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember.
The fir trees, dark and high.
I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky.
Tis was childish ignorence,
now is little joy
To know that I am further off from Heaven
Then when I was a boy.

I remember, I remember.


Depressing, no?

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Welcome, I'll be posting Short stories and poems here. Some created by me, others are my favorites. Enjoy.

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Leah