Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission Contact | Participate
poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
armana Poezii, Poezie deutsch Poezii, Poezie english Poezii, Poezie espanol Poezii, Poezie francais Poezii, Poezie italiano Poezii, Poezie japanese Poezii, Poezie portugues Poezii, Poezie romana Poezii, Poezie russkaia Poezii, Poezie

Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special

Poezii Românesti - Romanian Poetry



Texts by the same author

Translations of this text

 Members comments

print e-mail
Views: 2949 .

Sonnet CLXXV
poetry [ ]
from "Shakespeare’s Last Imaginary Sonnets in a Visionary Translation" by Vasile Voiculescu

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
by [cam ]

2007-06-25  |     | 

Is Love merely a mask of the Ordeal?
Is maybe another face of it, when falls in sleep and dream?
Then why does it, deep in my heart, stay awake forever?
Restlessly, even inside the sheets of pleasure...
You two have tortured me, with that perfidious measure,
With which merited masters are gathering heaps of roses.
Crushing and squeezing them, they extract doses
Of their inner pith, of their endless fragrance;
Far away from calyxes, their essence wanders,
Beyond the centuries, not even death could beat,
The roses’ spirit that will fill anyone will meet...
Happened the same to me, because of your ruthless tortures,

I distil myself through verses, through the grace of poetry
I embalm you with the pure scent of the eternity.

Wednesday, February 23, 1955

.  |

poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
poezii Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. poezii
poezii  Search  Agonia.Net  

Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net

E-mail | Privacy and publication policy

Top Site-uri Cultura - Join the Cultural Topsites!