Saturday, March 23, 2013

Amoretti



One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.


Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalise;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wipèd out likewise.


Not so (quod I); let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternise,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:


Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.

Poem by Edmund Spenser
Photo of Monica Bellucci
Photo by Vincent Peters


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