The sonnet by far is probably one of the most cruel we have yet encountered. He went from being with the boy, where it was all about needing someone and wanting them, and trying to win them over, and in these Dark Lady poems, it is all about carelessness, and insults. If I were to receive this poem from someone, I would be absolutely humiliated. All that is talked about is how horrible this lady looks, smells, talks, and walks. What shocks me at the end though is that Shakespeare writes about how he loves her. I find it completely odd that he just got done writing a list of things he hates (which is pretty much everything), but he doesn’t care about any of that because he cares for her. In some way, I figured that he is talking about how beauty is materialistic. Maybe he is showing how personality is the most important thing. Personally, I would much rather have a poem complimenting my personality rather than trashing my looks.
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