El Corazón de Gullveig

El Corazón de Gullveig
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lunes, 27 de mayo de 2013


Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind                                        Since I left you, Anne
And that which governs me to go about                                        I have seen nothing but you.
Doth part his function and is partly blind                                       Everyday
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;                                            Have been your face
For it no form delivers to the heart                                               And every night your hand,
Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:                             and every road
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,                                   Your voice calling me.
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:                                  And every rock and every flower and tree
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,                                       Has been a touch of you.
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,                            Nowhere
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,                                    Have I seen anything else but you,
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:                         Anne
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.

Soneto 113. William Shakespeare                                                                                                                             A letter to Anne. Langston Hughes

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