fredag 6. februar 2009

Sonette før stengetid

Shakespeare er gutten sin. Her får dere sonette 153 før stengetid fredag ettermiddag. God helg alle sammen!

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrowed from his holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired.
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
But found no cure; the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire - my mistress' eyes.

Shakespeare, William: Sonetter, Aschehoug, Oslo, 2005

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