XLIII da Sonetti dal portoghese (v.o. En / v. esimia De)

Image: Festa di S. Rosalia, Palermo




Sonette aus dem Portugiesischen
Elizabeth Barret-Browning, 1850                                           Rainer Maria Rilke, 1908

XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

XLIII Wie ich dich liebe? Laß mich zählen wie. Ich liebe dich so tief, so hoch, so weit, als meine Seele blindlings reicht, wenn sie ihr Dasein abfühlt und die Ewigkeit. Ich liebe dich bis zu dem stillsten Stand, den jeder Tag erreicht im Lampenschein oder in Sonne. Frei, im Recht, und rein wie jene, die vom Ruhm sich abgewandt. Mit aller Leidenschaft der Leidenszeit und mit der Kindheit Kraft, die fort war, seit ich meine Heiligen nicht mehr geliebt. Mit allem Lächeln, aller Tränennot und allem Atem. Und wenn Gott es giebt, will ich dich besser lieben nach dem Tod. http://www.rilke.de/

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning , Aurora Leigh

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Aurora Leigh Of writing many books there is no end; and I who have written much in prose and verse for other's uses, will write now for mine, - will write my story for my better self as when you paint your portrait for a friend, who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it long after he has ceased to love you, just to hold together what he was and is.

Aurora Leigh Di scrivere molti libri non si finisce mai; e io che ho scritto molto in prosa e in versi per altrui uso, scriverò ora per il mio,- scriverò questa storia al meglio di me come quando dipingete il vostro ritratto per un amico, che lo tiene in un cassetto e continua a guardarlo a lungo dopo che ha smesso di amarvi, giusto per tenere insieme  chi egli era  e chi è.