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sonnet 89 [excerpt] - pablo neruda
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LXXXIX
Through your beautiful eyes I see a sun Which, through my own, I could not ever find; I carry on your feet, and do not mind, What my own, limping still, could not have done. I, wingless, with your wings can more than run. My mind can soar to heaven with your mind. Your wish can make me pale, or blush; consigned To flames, I freeze; in ice, I die of sun. My only will is in your will alone, My very thoughts are born within your heart, And only in your breath my words can be. If left alone, I am just like the moon: Of all its light, our eyes can see a part – Only that much the sun grants us to see -Michelangelo Buonarroti to Tommaso Cavalieri
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
Sonnet 89 by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 89 by William Shakespeare (read by Alex Jennings)
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong, And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee, against my self I'll vow debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
Source: The Sonnets, 2000
Sonnet 89 and 90 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)
Sonnet 89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong, And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee, against my self I'll vow debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
Sonnet 90
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
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Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I’ll myself disgrace; knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange; Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong, And haply of our old acquaintance tell. For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate, For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.
Translation to modern English
Just say that you left me because of some fault of mine and I’ll accept that fault. If you say I’m lame I’ll immediately begin limping and make no arguments in my own defence. My love, you could not disgrace me half as much in an effort to improve me, as I would disgrace myself if I knew what you wanted. I’ll suppress our acquaintanceship and become a stranger, stay away from the places you go, and not mention your dear, beloved name again in case I, being so unworthy, should reveal the fact that we once knew each other. I’ll swear to be my own enemy for your sake, because I must not love the person who you hate.
Sonnet LXXXIX
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offense.
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defense.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I’ll myself disgrace, knowing thy will.
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange ;
Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee, against myself I’ll vow debate,
For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.
Sonnet 89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence; Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong And haply of our old acquaintance tell. For thee against myself I'll vow debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
