Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist

Amoretti IX

Очередной поэтический пауэрлифтинг из замшелого и волосатого XVI века.

Long-while I sought to what I might compare
    Those powrefull eies which lighten my dark spright;
    Yet find I nought on earth to which I dare
    Resemble th’ ymage of their goodly light.
Not to the sun; for they doo shine by night:
    Nor to the moone; for they are changed never:
    Nor to the starres; for they have purer sight:
    Nor to the fire; for they consume not ever:
Nor to the lightning; for they still persever:
    Nor to the diamond; for they are more tender:
    Nor unto christall; for nought may them sever:
    Nor unto glasse; such basenesse mought offend her.
Then to the Maker selfe they likest be,
    Whose light doth lighten all that here we see.

Как я писал чуть раньше в другом месте — не по поводу приведённого здесь девятого сонета, а по поводу, например, восьмого — продолжает раздражать, что у Спенсера в Amoretti не все сонеты спенсеровские. Ощущаешь себя обманутым покупателем, как будто тебе в мешок дорогих мандаринов по-тихому досыпали картошки (или, как в Израиле делают, наоборот).

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