Sonnet 42

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Avec les lis les oeillets mesliez
N’égalent point le pourpre de sa face :
Ny l’or filé ses cheveux ne surpasse,
Ores tressez  et ores desliez.
 
De ses couraux en voute replies
Naist le doux ris qui mes soucis efface :
Et à l’envy la terre où elle passe,
Un pré de fleurs émaille sous ses piez.
 
D’ambre et de musq sa bouche est toute pleine,
Que diray plus ?  J’ay veu dedans la plaine,
Quand l’air tonnant se crevoit en cent lieux,
 
Son front serein, qui des Dieux s’est fait maistre,
De Jupiter rasserener la destre,
Et tout le ciel obeir à ses yeux.

 

 
 
                                                                      Carnations mixed with lilies
                                                                      In no way equal the pink of her face,
                                                                      Nor does golden thread surpass her hair,
                                                                      When it’s dressed or when it’s loose.
 
                                                                      Arching from her coral lips
                                                                      Is born that sweet smile which wipes away my cares;
                                                                      And with envy, the earth where she passes
                                                                      Bejewels the meadow with flowers beneath her feet.
 
                                                                      Her lips overflow with amber and musk;
                                                                      What more to say?  I’ve seen upon the plain
                                                                      When the thunderous air bursts in a hundred places
 
                                                                      Her calm brow, which has made itself master of the gods,
                                                                      Calming the right hand of Jupiter,
                                                                      And the whole of heaven obeying her eyes.
 
 
In this sonnet, Blanchemain offers a version where the final rhyming lines of each tercet are different, but the rest of the poem is essentially unchanged. (Though line 7 becomes “Et cà et là, partout où elle passe” (‘And here and there, wherever she passes‘.)  Here then is the modified final sestet:
 
 
D’ambre et de musq sa bouche est toute pleine ;
Que diray plus ?  J’ay veu dedans la plaine,
Lorsque plus fort le ciel vouloit tancer,
 
Son front serein, qui des dieux s’est fait maistre,
De Jupiter rasserener la destre,
Ja, ja courbé pour sa foudre élancer.

 

 
 
                                                                     Her lips overflow with amber and musk;
                                                                     What more to say?  I’ve seen upon the plain
                                                                     When heaven prepares to scold more strongly
 
                                                                     Her calm brow, which has made itself master of the gods,
                                                                     Calming the right hand of Jupiter,
                                                                     Already bent to throw his thunderbolt.

 

 
 
 
 
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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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