Happy Valentine’s Day. I thought this year the holiday needed a twist. Mr. Shakespeare is here to shake things up a bit. Here is his sonnet 130 accompanied by the reds of Reykjavik.
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.