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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
-by William Shakespeare:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If haisr be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask' d, redand white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
In love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
( u prijevodu Ivana Gorana Kovačića):
Ljepše se koralj od usana rudi;
Ko sunce lijepost oči joj ne krasi;
Ako bijel je snijeg, sive su joj grudi,
Il vlas crna žica, žice su joj vlasi.
Vidjeh baršun ruža, rujnih i bijelih,
Na licu takva ruža dragoj nije;
Mnogi miris više slasti dijeli
Od daha što iz moje drage bije.
Volim glas njen, mada više godi
Muzika, jer zvuk joj ljepši ima;
Božicu nikad ne vidjeh da hodi –
A moja draga ide samo tlima;
Tako mi neba, ipak divna mi je;
I nijedna joj druga ravna nije.
Post je objavljen 08.11.2006. u 18:41 sati.