William Shakespeare sonnets 57&58

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hourWhilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those
So true a fool is love that in your will
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill

*Sonnet 57 by William Shakespeare

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.

*Sonnet 58 by William Shakespeare

Pos tha sas fainotan na theorithei ena apo ta dyo sonneta os meros tis "orkomosias" enos slave ston/stin Master/Domne tou? Emena pantos einai apo ta agapimena mou 

 

Ο Σαίξπηρ μιλά για σκλάβους της αγάπης αλλά λογοτεχνία είναι, όπως γουστάρει κανείς την ερμηνεύει. Απλά επειδή έχω μελετήσει λιγάκι το άτομο, θεωρώ πως ξεκάθαρα ασχολείται με αυτό το θέμα...

 

Απάντηση: William Shakespeare sonnets 57&58

σκοτεινος και ακριβης,ο Βαρδος ηξερε παντα να βρισκει τα τελεια λογια εκει που οι κοινοι θνητοι απλα χανουν την ικανοτητα τους να μιλουν..Respect.