"She dances with her whole heart and soul: her figure is all harmony, elegance, and grace, as if she were conscious of nothing else, and had no other thought or feeling; and, doubtless, for the moment, every other sensation is extinct..."
Ashamed sometimes that your beauty, lady, is still silent in my verses, I recall that time when I first saw it, such that nothing else could ever please me.
But I find the weight too great for my shoulder, a work not to be polished by my skill: the more my wit exercises its force the more its whole action grows cold.
Many times my lips have opened to speak, but my voice is stilled in my chest: who is he who could climb so high?
Many times I've begun to scribble verses: but the pen, the hand, and the intellect fell back defeated at their first attempt.
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"She dances with her whole heart and soul: her figure is all harmony,
ReplyDeleteelegance, and grace, as if she were conscious of nothing else, and
had no other thought or feeling; and, doubtless, for the moment,
every other sensation is extinct..."
Misty ! The Juliet Queen of Scala di Milano !
ReplyDeleteAshamed sometimes that your beauty,
lady, is still silent in my verses,
I recall that time when I first saw it,
such that nothing else could ever please me.
But I find the weight too great for my shoulder,
a work not to be polished by my skill:
the more my wit exercises its force
the more its whole action grows cold.
Many times my lips have opened to speak,
but my voice is stilled in my chest:
who is he who could climb so high?
Many times I've begun to scribble verses:
but the pen, the hand, and the intellect
fell back defeated at their first attempt.