With his bow the God of Love pierced me
while I was gazing at a Flower that pleased me,
the Flower that Lady Courtesy had planted
in the garden of Pleasure. Love came
so quickly that it seemed to me he flew,
and said: "I have you in my power."
Then as was his pleasure, and no desire of mine,
he wounded me with five arrows.
The first, named Beauty, passed my eyes
and transfixed my heart; the second, Angel-Like,
gave me a bitter chill;
the third without doubt was Courtesy;
the fourth, Social Grace, caused pain;
the fifth is called Good Hope.Dante
Andy Tan
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Those who inspire by showing their heart, touching our souls.The start would be catharina,the most beautiful, the strongest a head of everything we would describe...as.. time.....Pablo NerudaINJUSTICE
(tr. Alastair Reid)
Whoever discovers the who of me will find out the who of you,
and the why, and the where.
Early on, I discovered the range of injustice.
Hunger was not just hunger,
but rather a measure of man.
cold and wind were also measures.
The proud man racked up a hundred hungers, then fell.
Pedro was buried at the hundredth frost.
The poor house endured a single wind.
And I learned that centimeter and gram,
spoon and tongue, were measures of greed,
and that the harassed man soon fell
in a hole, and knew no more.
Nothing more. That was the setting,
the real gift, the reward, light, life.
That was it, suffering cold and hunger,
not having shoes, feeling fear
in front of the judge, in front of the other one,
the other being with his sword or his inkwell,
and so, digging and cutting,
sewing, making bread, planting wheat,
hammering every nail the wood needed,
burrowing in the earth as in intestines
to drag out, blind, the cracking coal,
and, even more, going up rivers and mountains,
riding horses, tending to ships
baking tiles, blowing glass, washing clothes
in such a way as to make that seem
a kingdom newly brought into being,
grapes shining in their clusters,
when man set his mind on being content,
and was not, and was not so. I was discovering
the laws of misery,
the throne of bloodstained gold,
the whore freedom,
the land with no overcoat,
the wounded, worn-out heart,
and the sound of the dead, tearless,
dry, like falling stones.
And then I left off being a child
because I understood then that for my people
life was not allowed
and the grave has forbidden them.
