Poetry: Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare ‖ Sir Patrick Stewart (2020.03.23)

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"When I was a child in the 1940s, my mother would cut up slices of fruit for me (there wasn't much) and as she put it in front of me she would say, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." How about, “A sonnet a day keeps the doctor away”? So...here we go: Sonnet 1." (via Twitter)

Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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1. szonett A gyönyörűt szaporítani vágyunk (fordította Szabó Lőrinc)

A gyönyörűt szaporítani vágyunk,
Hogy így örökké rózsáljon a Szép,
S emlékét, ha hull érettebb virágunk,
Őrizhesse a zsenge ivadék:

De te, saját fényszemed rabja, rőzsét
Lángodra tápnak: önmagad dobod,
Ínségbe fojtva, ami csupa bőség
Mézed ürme, te, önnön gyilkosod.

Te, aki a világ friss dísze vagy
S a víg tavasz előtt még csak herold,
Bimbódba temeted tartalmadat
S, édes vadóc, fukaron tékozolsz.

Szánj meg; szűnj külső jusst habzsolni: másképp
Megeszitek, a sír s te, a világét.

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