Sonetto 116

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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Non sia mai ch’io ponga                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            impedimenti all’unione di anime fedeli;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         amore non è amore
se muta quando scopre un mutamento
o tende a svanire quando
l’altro si allontana.
Oh, no!
Amore è un faro sempre fisso
che sovrasta la tempesta
e non vacilla mai;
amore non muta in poche ore o settimane,
ma impavido resiste
al giorno estremo del giudizio;
se questo è errore e mi sarà provato,
io non ho mai scritto,
e nessuno ha mai amato.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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  1. “Amore è un faro sempre fisso”
    Stupenda!
    Graziella

  2. MI manca quel faro!Grande sempre.tinti

  3. Splendida

  4. E’ un grande…..k


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