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Sonnet of a Total Love

I love you so much my love—don't sing
the human heart with more truth
I love you as a friend and as a lover
in an always diverse reality

I love you, finally, with a calm, giving love
and I love you, furthermore, present in the longing
I love you, finally, with great freedom
within eternity and every instant

I love you like an animal, simply
with a love without mystery and without virtue
with a solid and permanent desire

And to love you thus, a lot and often
is to one day, in your body, suddenly
die of loving more than I could.

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  • Peteskid
    May 16
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    these are intricate points of imagery and phrasings that do not easily translate due to the style of expression, all the more impressive this translation which brings the subtle as well as the dramatic ideas[ thank you Kirsten]...very well done... loving more than one could
    exceeding the bounds of a life...such remarkable depth in these ideas... an amazing writer.


  • Yemassee Moderators member
    May 16
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    I read another of Vincius' poems where he mentions dying from loving too much, or something similar. Apparently from what I've recently read, the topic of death is one he returned to often. I wonder if this sonnet was ever put to lyrics? Vincius was a talented fellow: poet, songwriter, playwright, diplomat.