3 Haziran 2010

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
~Sonnets from the Portuguese~


I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully
I ring out to the full brown length and say
"Take it." My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears
Would take this first, but Love is justified, -
Take it thou,--finding pure, from all those years,
The kiss my mother left here when she died.

2 yorum:

  1. "...Th' Adventrous Baron the bright Locks admir'd,
    He saw, he wish'd, and to the Prize aspir'd:
    Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way,
    By Force to ravish, or by Fraud betray;
    For when Success a Lover's Toil attends,
    Few ask, if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends.

    But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will,
    How soon they find fit Instruments of Ill!
    Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting Grace
    A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case;
    So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
    Present the Spear, and arm him for the Fight.
    He takes the Gift with rev'rence, and extends
    The little Engine on his Finger's Ends:
    This just behind Belinda's Neck he spread,
    As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head:
    Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights repair,
    A thousand Wings, by turns, blow back the Hair,
    And thrice they twitch'd the Diamond in her Ear,
    Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the Foe drew near.
    Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
    The close Recesses of the Virgin's Thought;
    As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd,
    He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind,
    Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art,
    An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart.
    Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his Pow'r expir'd,
    Resign'd to Fate, and with a Sigh retir'd.

    The Peer now spreads the glitt'ring Forfex wide,
    T'inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide.
    Ev'n then, before the fatal Engine clos'd,
    A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd;
    Fate urg'd the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
    (But Airy Substance soon unites again)
    The meeting Points that sacred Hair dissever
    From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!
    Then flash'd the living Lightnings from her Eyes,
    And Screams of Horror rend th' affrighted Skies.
    Not louder Shrieks to pitying Heav'n are cast,
    When Husbands or when Lap-dogs breath their last,
    Or when rich China Vessels, fal'n from high,
    In glittring Dust and painted Fragments lie!"..."