My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
I imagine I am missing my teaching days a little.
The shower this weekend was for a girlfriend whom
I taught with a long time ago. I miss being around
English teachers...not so much the students....but I truly
miss talking at length about poetry and metaphor and what
book to read at book club.
I think I can have some fun and get my poetry fix
by relating some of my favorite poems
to some of my favorite rooms.
(note: I had major formatting issues with this post.
There is a ton of white space in-between pics..please
just keep scanning. Sorry.)
(gotta take it down in couplets)
So Shakespeare, I imagine, is taking at stab at his
contemporary poets who seem to always compare
his or her lover to such obvious & ordinary
objects (i.e., the sun, coral, etc.) His lover is not a
Take, for instance, this oyster-shell chandelier. Would
not most poets find the pearl to be the thing of beauty?
Shakespeare (or the speaker) would most likely prefer
its container to the real thing.
You remember during the Renaissance that it was a
sign of beauty to have skin untouched by the sun.
To be fair in lieu of tan meant you had money and
servants to do your work outdoors.
The poet's lover's "breasts are dun"....not white or fair.
She has dark, coarse hair.
He still loves her.
This room (via Skona Hem) is beautiful to me, though,
I imagine not all will agree with me.