“My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun,” by William Shakespeare is an odd poem to say the least. The author describes beautiful things, like red coral, “roses demasked in red and white,” and delightful perfumes. The author then says how his “mistress” is nothing like what he describes, but the exact opposite. He states “black wires grow from her hair,” and “her eyes are nothing like the sun.” Although it is odd, I can still interpret this as a love poem. After describing her in a very unflattering way, the author states in the last part “and yet, by heaven, I think my love is rare as any she, belied with false compare.” This shows readers that although his mistress is not beautiful, he still loves her the way she is. Which in my opinion is a very important aspect of love and a love poem.
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