A UNA BELLA DESCONOCIDASe que eres bella, y no semujer no vista y sonada,no mirada y admirada,que flor dedicare.Se que eres bellas, y no se...Para ti todas las flores.y asi el que prefieras tomasentre todos sus aromasy entre todos sus colores,Para ti todas las flores...para ti todo el amor:el ardiente y el rendido,el dulce y el encendido,el mudo y el decidor.para ti todo el amor! (Manuel Machado)Muito cedo, porem, volve os olhos OrfeuE de novo ela cai, e de novo morreu!Como conseguira as tres Parcas domar?Crime nao houve teu, se nao e crime amar.E, agora, debrucado sobre os montes,Junto a agua das fontesOu onde o Hebro abre seu caminhoOrfeu chora sozinhoE, em luto e pranto, invoca a alma querida,Para sempre perdida!Agora, todo em fogo, clama, ardente,Sobre a neve do Rodope imponente,E ei-lo, furioso como o vento, voaE, em torno, o ardor da bacanal ressoa.Esta morrendo, vede, e a amada canta,Seu nome vem-lhe aos labios, a garganta,"Euridice", a palavra derradeira."Euridice", dizem as matas,"Euridice", as cascatas,Repete o nome a natureza inteiraOrpheus and Eurydice - Robert HenrysonHeir begynnis the traitie of orpheus kyng and how he yeidto hewyn and to hel to seik his quene and ane othir balladin the lattir end.1: The nobilnes and grete magnificence2: Off prince or lord quha list to magnify3: His grete ancester and linyall descense4: Suld first extoll and his genology5: So that his hert he mycht enclyne thare by6: The more to vertu and to worthynes7: Herand reherse his eldirs gentilnes8: It is contrair the lawis of nature9: A gentill man to be degenerate10: Noucht folowing of his progenitoure11: The worthy reule and the lordly estate12: A ryall renk for to be rusticate13: Is bot a monster in comparison14: Had in despyte and foule derision15: I say this be the grete lordis of grewe16: Quhilk sett thair hert and all thair hale curage17: Thair fadirs steppis iustly to persewe18: Eking the worschip of thair hye lynage19: The ancient and sad wyse-men of age20: War tendouris to the yong and insoleThe Sonnets to Orpheusby Rainer Maria RilkeSilent friend of many distances, feelhow space dilates with each breath of yours.Among the rafters of dark belfries pealyour own sweet tones. Your predatorswill grow strong upon such fare.Know transformation in its varied sign.Which experience produces most despair?If drinking offend, transform yourself to wine.Be, in this immensity of night,the magic force at your sense's crossroad;the purpose of their mysterious plan.And though you fade from earthly sight,declare to the silent earth: I flow.To the rushing water say: I am. Scrubbie's Sonnet Her liquid gaze could melt the coldest heart,Her perfect face framed round by ebony;Since early on her dancing was an art Lithe hands and limbs in quaking ecstasy.Not one to walk on eggshells, biting witAnd knife-blade tongue would often trouble make;But unrelenting, in the face of itShed stand, too proud to let it see her break.From featured player to forgotten star,To author/critic, razor-edged and quick:A sharpened, honey-coated scimitar,A heady blend of sex and arsenic.With such a life complex beyond compare How strange her strongest legacys her hair. Close To You A Korean Love