Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Carsilaso de la Vega

Surrounded by the gentle sound
of clear water in motion,
near the Danube, no island could exist
that might be a spot chosen where
anyone as I am now, could rest;
where eternally spring
appears in its verdure
strewn with flowers;
where nightingales
renew either pleasure or sadness
with their suave plaints,
and never, day or night, desist from them.
Here was I placed,
or, to speak more truly,
imprisoned, forced and alone in a foreign land;
they can well do this
to one who can suffer it
and to one, to himself, condemns himself.

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