Sonnet 6

Standard
Ces liens d’or, ceste bouche vermeille,
Pleine de lis, de roses et d’oeillets,
Et ces sourcis deux croissans nouvelets,
Et ceste joue a l’Aurore pareille :
 
Ces mains, ce col, ce front, et ceste oreille,
Et de ce sein les boutons verdelets
Et de ces yeux les astres jumelets,
Qui font trembler les ames de merveille,
 
Firent nicher Amour dedans mon sein,
Qui gros de germe avoit le ventre plein
D’oeufs non formez qu’en nostre sang il couve.
 
Comment vivroy-je autrement qu’en langueur,
Quand une engence immortelle je trouve,
D’Amours esclos et couvez en mon cueur ?
 
 
 
                                                                       These bonds of gold, these crimson lips,
                                                                       Filled with lilies, roses and pinks,
                                                                       And these eyebrows, like two new moons,
                                                                       And this cheek, equal to the rosy Dawn:
 
                                                                       These hands, this neck, this brow, this ear,
                                                                       And the blooming buds on this breast,
                                                                       And the twin stars of these eyes
                                                                       Which make men’s souls tremble with wonder –
 
                                                                       These have brought Love to nest in my breast
                                                                       Who, large with seed, has a belly full
                                                                       Of eggs, unformed, which he is brooding in my blood.
 
                                                                       How can I live other than listlessly,
                                                                       When I find an immortal scion
                                                                       Hatched by Love and nesting in my heart?
 
 
 It won’t surprise you that a variant of the last 4 lines was also offered by Ronsard: here is the alternative last sestet.
 
 
Firent nicher Amour dedans mon sein,
Qui gros de germe avoit le ventre plein
D’oeufs non formez et de glaires nouvelles,
 
Et, lui couvant – qui de mon cueur jouit
Neuf mois entiers  – en un jour m’eclouit
Milles amoureaux chargez de traits et d’aisles.
 
 
                                                                       These have brought Love to nest in my breast
                                                                       Who, large with seed, has a belly full
                                                                       Of  unformed eggs and egg-white ready
 
                                                                       And, brooding them in it – at which my heart rejoices
                                                                       For nine whole months – in a single day hatches for me
                                                                       A thousand loves, armed with darts and wings.
 
 
 
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About fattoxxon

Who am I? Lover of all sorts of music - classical, medieval, world (anything from Africa), world-classical (Uzbek & Iraqi magam for instance), and virtually anything that won't be on the music charts... Lover of Ronsard's poetry (obviously) and of sonnets in general. Reader of English, French, Latin & other literature. And who is Fattoxxon? An allusion to an Uzbek singer - pronounce it Patahan, with a very plosive 'P' and a throaty 'h', as in 'khan')

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