SONNET TO LIBERTY
Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,-
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother -Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved - and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I amwith them, in some things.
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,-
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother -Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved - and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I amwith them, in some things.
SONETO A LA LIBERTAD
No es que ame a tus hijos de ojos apagados
que sólo ven sus propias aflicciones sin gracia,
cuyas mentes nada saben, ni les importa saber;
sino que del rugido de tus Democracias,
tus reinos de Terror, tus grandes Anarquías,
imagen son de mis locas pasiones como e mar
y dan a mi ira una hermana- ¡Libertad!
Es por ello que sólo tus gritos disonantes
deleitan mi alma discreta; de otro modo, podrían los reyes
con sangrientos flagelos o cañones traidores
robar a las naciones de sus derechos inviolables
y yo permanecer impasible; y sin embargo,
estos Cristos que mueren en las barricadas,
Dios sabe que estoy con ellos, en algunas cosas.
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