As an unperfect actor on the stage
Language: English
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Translation(s): FRE ITA POL
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- by John Philip William Dankworth (b. 1927), "Duet of Sonnets", 1964, copyright © 1964 [voice, instrumental ensemble (jazz ensemble)], in Shakespeare & All That Jazz; text follows Sonnet 23, then Sonnet 24, and then both simultaneously.
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- Also set in Polish (Polszczyzna), a translation by Maciej Słomczyński (1922 - 1998) , title unknown ITA FRE by Tadeusz Baird.
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Text added to the website: 2007-09-25.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:28
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Word count: 114
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Come, sulla scena, un attore dilettante
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English
Come, sulla scena, un attore dilettante
Che la sua parte scorda per paura,
O come un uomo violento, di rabbia traboccante,
cui cede il cuore per l'eccessiva furia;
Così io, per la mia insicurezza, le parole ho perduto
Che del rito amoroso sono la stessa essenza,
e al colmo del mio amore sono schiacciato
dal peso stesso della sua potenza.
Siano allora i miei libri la mia sola eloquenza
E i muti messaggeri del mio parlante petto,
a supplicare amore e a cercare ricompensa
meglio di quella lingua che più e di più ha detto.
Oh! Impara a leggere ciò che l'amore con il suo silenzio dice
Ascoltare con gli occhi, al fine ingegno d'amore si addice.
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