LITERATIR SAN FRONTIER – 4 GRAN POET FAM

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ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
(1806-1861)

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SONNET 1

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightaway I was ‘ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,
“Guess now who holds thee?” – “Death,” I said, But, there,
The silver answer rang, — “Not Death, but Love.”

SONET 1

Enn fwa mo ti lir parol enn poet
Ki dir lane ale, lane vini,
Sak lane amenn so kado beni
Pou ki tou dimoun, zenn ek vie fer fet.
Ler mo pans tousa dan mo ti latet,
Gargoulet kase, pa kapav tini;
Mo get mo desten, ki merit kout fwet,
Enn desten amer ar bann soufrans kri,
Lakrwa lor zepol. Mo santi deswit
Dan mo dezespwar enn Prezans mistik
Ki’nn chom mo seve, ris mwa deryer brit;
Ler mo pe debat, enn lavwa klasik
Dimande: “Ki pe amenn twa dan bit?”
“Lamor!” “Pa lamor; lamour, mo disik!”

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