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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante<br>Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--<br>Or come not yet, for it is over then,<br>And long it is before you come again,<br>So far between my pleasures are and few.<br>While, when you come not, what I do I do<br>Thinking "Now when he comes," my sweetest when:"<br>For one man is my world of all the men<br>This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.<br>Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang<br>Because the pang of parting comes so soon;<br>My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon<br>Between the heavenly days on which we meet:<br>Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang<br>When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Era già 1'ora che volge il desio. - Dante<br>Ricorro al tempo ch' io vi vidi prima. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I could remember that first day,<br>First hour, first moment of your meeting me,<br>If bright or dim the season, it might be<br>Summer or winter for aught I can say;<br>So unrecorded did it slip away,<br>So blind was I to see and to foresee,<br>So dull to mark the budding of my tree<br>That would not blossom yet for many a May.<br>If only I could recollect it, such<br>A day of days! I let it come and go<br>As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;<br>It seem'd to mean so little, meant so much;<br>If only now I could recall that touch,<br>First touch of hand in hand--Did one but know! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ombre vane, fuor che ne l'aspetto! - Dante<br>Immaginata guida la conduce. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of you to wake: would that I might<br>Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;<br>Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,<br>As summer ended summer birds take flight.<br>In happy dreams I hold you full in sight,<br>I blush again who waking look so wan;<br>Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,<br>In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.<br>Thus only in a dream we are at one,<br>Thus only in a dream we give and take<br>The faith that maketh rich who take or give;<br>If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,<br>To die were surely sweeter than to live,<br>Though there be nothing new beneath the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>4 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poca favilla gran fliamma seconda. - Dante<br>Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,<br>E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lov'd you first: but afterwards your love<br>Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song<br>As drown'd the friendly cooings of my dove.<br>Which owes the other most? my love was long,<br>And yours one moment seem'd to wax more strong;<br>I lov'd and guess'd at you, you construed me--<br>And lov'd me for what might or might not be<br>Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.<br>For verily love knows not "mine" or "thine;"<br>With separate "I" and "thou" free love has done,<br>For one is both and both are one in love:<br>Rich love knows nought of "thine that is not mine;"<br>Both have the strength and both the length thereof,<br>Both of us, of the love which makes us one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>5 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amor che a nullo amato amar perdona. - Dante<br>Amor m'addusse in sì gioiosa spene. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my heart's heart, and you who are to me<br>More than myself myself, God be with you,<br>Keep you in strong obedience leal and true<br>To Him whose noble service setteth free,<br>Give you all good we see or can foresee,<br>Make your joys many and your sorrows few,<br>Bless you in what you bear and what you do,<br>Yea, perfect you as He would have you be.<br>So much for you; but what for me, dear friend?<br>To love you without stint and all I can<br>Today, tomorrow, world without an end;<br>To love you much and yet to love you more,<br>As Jordan at his flood sweeps either shore;<br>Since woman is the helpmeet made for man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>6 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or puoi la quantitate<br>Comprender de l'amor che a te mi scalda. - Dante<br>Non vo' che da tal nodo mi scioglia. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trust me, I have not earn'd your dear rebuke,<br>I love, as you would have me, God the most;<br>Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost,<br>Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look<br>Unready to forego what I forsook;<br>This say I, having counted up the cost,<br>This, though I be the feeblest of God's host,<br>The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook.<br>Yet while I love my God the most, I deem<br>That I can never love you overmuch;<br>I love Him more, so let me love you too;<br>Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such<br>I cannot love you if I love not Him,<br>I cannot love Him if I love not you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>7 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Qui primavera sempre ed ogni frutto. - Dante<br>Ragionando con meco ed io con lui. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Love me, for I love you"--and answer me,<br>"Love me, for I love you"--so shall we stand<br>As happy equals in the flowering land<br>Of love, that knows not a dividing sea.<br>Love builds the house on rock and not on sand,<br>Love laughs what while the winds rave desperately;<br>And who hath found love's citadel unmann'd?<br>And who hath held in bonds love's liberty?<br>My heart's a coward though my words are brave<br>We meet so seldom, yet we surely part<br>So often; there's a problem for your art!<br>Still I find comfort in his Book, who saith,<br>Though jealousy be cruel as the grave,<br>And death be strong, yet love is strong as death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>8 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dicesse a Dio: D'altro non calme. - Dante<br>Spero trovar pietà non che perdono. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I, if I perish, perish"--Esther spake:<br>And bride of life or death she made her fair<br>In all the lustre of her perfum'd hair<br>And smiles that kindle longing but to slake.<br>She put on pomp of loveliness, to take<br>Her husband through his eyes at unaware;<br>She spread abroad her beauty for a snare,<br>Harmless as doves and subtle as a snake.<br>She trapp'd him with one mesh of silken hair,<br>She vanquish'd him by wisdom of her wit,<br>And built her people's house that it should stand:--<br>If I might take my life so in my hand,<br>And for my love to Love put up my prayer,<br>And for love's sake by Love be granted it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>9 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O dignitosa coscienza e netta! - Dante<br>Spirto più acceso di virtuti ardenti. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thinking of you, and all that was, and all<br>That might have been and now can never be,<br>I feel your honour'd excellence, and see<br>Myself unworthy of the happier call:<br>For woe is me who walk so apt to fall,<br>So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee,<br>Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!)<br>Faithless and hopeless turning to the wall.<br>And yet not hopeless quite nor faithless quite,<br>Because not loveless; love may toil all night,<br>But take at morning; wrestle till the break<br>Of day, but then wield power with God and man:--<br>So take I heart of grace as best I can,<br>Ready to spend and be spent for your sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>10 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Con miglior corso e con migliore stella. - Dante<br>La vita fugge e non s'arresta un' ora. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing;<br>Death following hard on life gains ground apace;<br>Faith runs with each and rears an eager face,<br>Outruns the rest, makes light of everything,<br>Spurns earth, and still finds breath to pray and sing;<br>While love ahead of all uplifts his praise,<br>Still asks for grace and still gives thanks for grace,<br>Content with all day brings and night will bring.<br>Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above<br>Tired hope, and less we feel his conscious pulse,<br>Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace:<br>A little while, and age and sorrow cease;<br>A little while, and life reborn annuls<br>Loss and decay and death, and all is love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>11 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vien dietro a me e lascia dir le genti. - Dante<br>Contando i casi della vita nostra. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many in aftertimes will say of you<br>"He lov'd her"--while of me what will they say?<br>Not that I lov'd you more than just in play,<br>For fashion's sake as idle women do.<br>Even let them prate; who know not what we knew<br>Of love and parting in exceeding pain,<br>Of parting hopeless here to meet again,<br>Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.<br>But by my heart of love laid bare to you,<br>My love that you can make not void nor vain,<br>Love that foregoes you but to claim anew<br>Beyond this passage of the gate of death,<br>I charge you at the Judgment make it plain<br>My love of you was life and not a breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>12 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amor, che ne la mente mi ragiona. - Dante<br>Amor vien nel bel viso di costei. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If there be any one can take my place<br>And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,<br>Think not that I can grudge it, but believe<br>I do commend you to that nobler grace,<br>That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;<br>Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive<br>I too am crown'd, while bridal crowns I weave,<br>And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.<br>For if I did not love you, it might be<br>That I should grudge you some one dear delight;<br>But since the heart is yours that was mine own,<br>Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,<br>Your honourable freedom makes me free,<br>And you companion'd I am not alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>13 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">E drizzeremo gli occhi al Primo Amore. - Dante<br>Ma trovo peso non da le mie braccia. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could trust mine own self with your fate,<br>Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand?<br>Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand,<br>Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;<br>Who numbereth the innumerable sand,<br>Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,<br>To Whom the world is neither small nor great,<br>Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann'd.<br>Searching my heart for all that touches you,<br>I find there only love and love's goodwill<br>Helpless to help and impotent to do,<br>Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;<br>And therefore I commend you back to Him<br>Whose love your love's capacity can fill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>14 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">E la Sua Volontade è nostra pace. - Dante<br>Sol con questi pensier, con altre chiome. - Petrarca</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there<br>Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this;<br>Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss?<br>I will not bind fresh roses in my hair,<br>To shame a cheek at best but little fair,--<br>Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,--<br>I will not seek for blossoms anywhere,<br>Except such common flowers as blow with corn.<br>Youth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain?<br>The longing of a heart pent up forlorn,<br>A silent heart whose silence loves and longs;<br>The silence of a heart which sang its songs<br>While youth and beauty made a summer morn,<br>Silence of love that cannot sing again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356099" data-title="Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="1 Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - Petrarca Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:-- Or come not yet, for it is over then, And long it is before you come again, So far between my p..."></div> </div> </div>
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