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"Sonnet 73. I have been reading and working on this sonnet for decades." (@SirPatStew)
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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73. szonett (Fordította: Győri Vilmos és Szász Károly)
Tekints az év azon szakául engem,
Ha egy-két sárga lomb, vagy annyi se,
Függ a galyon, mely reszket a hidegben:
Üres kar, elszállván énekese!
Vagy lásd az alkonyt bennem, nap lementén,
Mely egyre jobban sápad nyugaton,
Melyet az éj lassankint eltemetvén,
Halál gyanánt birodalmába von.
Vagy lásd az oly tűz lobbanását bennem,
Mely első lángja hamujába dől:
Halottas ágyon, végső küzdelemben
Mi élteté, most az emészti föl.
Ezt látva mind: erősb lesz tán szerelmed.
Ahhoz, kitől maholnap válnod kellend.
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