My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130 ...
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 ...
(Sonnet 130)
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.
Re: YOU NAME IT or Ode to a Vibrator
but by then had not been long alive
In fact, I was not quite twenty one
and now for me , at 88 and -the days, if not me - mounting,
that such times are over and done
hardly needs recounting or accounting,
for at my current peak,
I'd be lucky to manage once or twice a week.
So My Sweet, let me hasten to congratulate you
even if secretly I might prefer to strangle or flatulate* you.
Such talents and over-capacity at one and four score !
Could you perhaps put them to economic employment
rather than only relegate them to your secret enjoyment?
Consider-- you could become a mistress or whore
while still leaving many MUCH younger men begging for more?
And who knows, perhaps if you'd advertise discreetly
you might be reimbursed daily
or at least weekly
and with the additional income Life could proceed more gaily
(while your Mother smiles down from Heaven
when she remembers a day she once had seven?)
Lastly, I must remember for all MY past sins to make amends,
so, if and when we meet again, should I bring two friends?
HzL
4/28/16
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