Poezie
Sonnet CCXIII
from \"Shakespeare’s last imaginary sonnets in a visionary translation\" by Vasile Voiculescu
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Do you want to fetch away from me? Maybe wresting my eyes...
Nor even then... Forever beyond them you will reside,
Within all that belongs to me as sprit of eternity,
In that one in which I’ll button me, the immortality.
It doesn’t matter that love alike the moon has beam relieves
Sometimes rises, after that into darkness recedes;
My ocean of passions, enslaved by your bright,
Billowing, sleepwalker swells unto height:
How lofty the clearness in the zenith of agony!
Thousands of waves break out from me to hold your beauty...
We lure each other with the entire strength of aspirations,
Beyond the fixed balance -earth and sky- their prevalence
Nevertheless, the harsh consuetude of love the poet will face
In every verse is drowning, unending the splendor of your face.
23 April 1956
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