| William Shakespeare -Sonnet CIX- O, never say that...- |
| lunes, 18 de agosto de 2003 |
Sonnet CIX. O, never say that...
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Soneto CIX
No me digas que hablo con falsía
ni ausente yo, mi llama se aminora;
pues más fácil de mí se ausentaría
que de mi alma, que en tu pecho mora.
Mi hogar de amor es él, del que me aparto
cual viajero, mas vuelvo apresurado
al tiempo justo y de placeres harto,
con las aguas que limpian mi pecado.
No creas, aunque lleno de flaqueza,
de toda aquella que la sangre acosa,
no es tanta ni obstinada mi torpeza
para cambiarte a ti por leve cosa.
Porque a ti sólo busco, de tal modo,
que, teniéndote a ti, lo tengo todo.Etiquetas: William Shakespeare |
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