Alguem que escreve melhor que eu
Sonet 119What potions have I drunk of siren tears
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors has my heart commited,
Whilst it has thought itself so blessed never!
How have my eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
Oh, benefit of ill! Now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruined love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
Sonet 120
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
An I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
Oh, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
Quem se der ao trabalho de perceber o que aqui digo, percebe o que me vai na alma. A poesia e como musica falada...sentida! Infelizmente no dias de hoje ja quase passa ao lado... Tinha saudades de como as palavras me podiam levar para longe, quando fisicamente ja tao longe eu estava...
posted by Sooni @ 10:31 da tarde
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