Κι άλλος Gavin Ewart

Gavin Ewart


Sonnet: Dolce stil novo
Esercitazione Letteraria

     That woman who to me seems most a woman
     I do not compare to angels--or digress on schismatic Popes--
     or exalt above the terrestrial or consider a madonna.
     Nor do I search in others for her lineaments,
     or wish for Death to free me from desire,
     or consider Love an archer; or see her as a Daphne,
     fleeing the embraces of Apollo, transformed into a laurel.
     I am not lost in the amorous wood of Virgil.

     But although I do not rhyme or use the soft Italian,
     my love is a strong love, and for a certain person.
     Human beings are human; I can see a man might envy
     her bath water as it envelops her completely.
     That's what my love would like to do; and Petrarch
     can take a running jump at himself--or (perhaps?) agree. 


   Η "δυνατή ανθρώπινη αγάπη" με τα μέτρα της ηδυπάθειας ενός ζεστού,
  ζεστού αφρόλουτρου ...

  Υποβλητικό!