Sonnet 168

Puis que je n’ay pour faire ma retraite
Du labyrinth, qui me va seduisant,
Comme Thesée, un filet conduisant
Mes pas douteux par les erreurs de Crete :
Eussay-je au moins une poitrine faite
Ou de Crystal, ou de verre luisant,
Ton œil iroit dedans mon cœur lisant
De quelle foy mon amour est parfaite.
Si tu sçavois de quelle affection
Je suis captif de ta perfection,
La mort seroit un confort à ma plainte :
Et lors peut estre esprise de pitié,
Tu pousserois sur ma despouille esteinte,
Quelque souspir de tardive amitié.
                                                                            Since I do not have, to make my way out
                                                                            Of the labyrinth which continually captivates me,
                                                                            A thread like Theseus to lead
                                                                            My uncertain steps through Crete’s delusions;
                                                                            Had I at least a breast made
                                                                            Either of crystal, or of shining glass,
                                                                            Your eye could read within my heart
                                                                            What faithfulness makes my love perfect.
                                                                            If you knew through what affection
                                                                            I am a captive of your perfection,
                                                                            Death would be a comfort to my sighs;
                                                                            And then, perhaps, seized by pity
                                                                            You would utter over my dead ashes
                                                                            Some sigh of belated love.



The references in the first quatrain are, of course, to the tale of the Minotaur: imprisoned in a labyrinth, designed by Daedalus to be so complex it was inescapable, the Minotaur was killed by Theseus who unravelled a ball of string as he went in, given him by Ariadne, and then followed the thread back again to find his way out.
The striking image of the see-through heart is not Ronsard’s own: it comes from Bembo, whose sonnet 7 has a similar second quatrain:
avess’ io almen d’un bel cristallo il core,
che, quel ch’ i’ taccio e Madonna non vede
de l’interno mio mal, senz altra fede
a’ suoi begli occhi tralucesse fore …
                                                                            I wish I had at least a heart made of fine crystal,
                                                                            Which, when I am silent and my Lady does not see
                                                                            Within me my ills, without any other proof of loyalty
                                                                            Would shine through clearly to her fair eyes …
Blanchemain’s earlier version is virtually unchanged; only line 7 begins differently, “Lors tu serois dedans …” (‘Then you could read within …’).



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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