miércoles, 6 de mayo de 2009

She saw but blankness; all her world was gone,



"O lady, Guinevere, my queen, my love,
What shall I say? for what remains to say?
So nobly hast thou spoken, still as ever
Nobler, my queen, a thousand times than I.
One thing thou bidd'st me that I cannot do:
Leave thee, God knows, I must; but wed, while thee,
Thee I love still, that will I never do.
More joy to me it were to cherish still
The memory of thy love, though mix'd with grief,
Than, wedded to another, find with her
The sweetest life that ever lovers found.
Nor doubt our love will bring such joy in grief,
Such sweetness of past sorrow overcome,
As will o'erpass the joys of love less true,
Less perfect. For be sure, whatever shame
May cling to love, and dim its purity,
Will pass away, if but the love remain,
And leave it in its native brightness, pure,
Unsullied as the floor and roof of heaven.

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

The Flea

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee

John Donne

bp dijo...

groso!