domingo, 20 de mayo de 2012

“Whoso List to Hunt”

Poema escrito por Sir Thomas Wyatt, quién consideraba a Ana Bolena como una amante intocable.

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
 But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
 The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
 I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
 Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
 Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
 Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
 Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.
 Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
 As well as I may spend his time in vain.
 And graven with diamonds in letters plain
 There is written, her fair neck round about:
 Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am,
 And wild for to hold, though I seem tame

No me toques...pues para César soy.

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