Why I love reading the New Yorker? articles about love poems & love songs – just because it is summer & we all need love from time to time:
June, Moon, Tune – What is this thing called love?
by Adam Gopnik
and Shakespeare still handles every comparison with ease
Sonnet 20 – as part of the production “Shakespeares Sonette” by Robert Wilson and Rufus Wainwright at the Berliner Ensemble, 2009 (German – English)
the German text in English:
A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all ‘hues’ in his controlling,
Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.