domingo, 12 de junho de 2011

Dia dos namorados e Anne Bradstreet

"If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.

Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever."

3 comentários:

  1. Is it that old fashioned english writing, right?

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  2. That's right! It's a poem from Bradstreet, a puritan writer. She was amazing! The first woman to be published in America. Pretty cool, huh?!
    The name of this poem is: to my dear loving husband

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  3. Awesome!! You have already told me about she and her writing.. How can i say!?! That's so much "visceral".

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