Page 41 - Annonce Dergi | İzmir Özel Saint-Joseph Fransız Lisesi

YOU HAVE NO ENEMIES Let me not to the marriage of true minds
“You have no enemies, you say? Admit impediments. Love is not love
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. Which alters when it alteration finds,
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that Or bends with the remover to remove.
the brave endure, O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
must have made foes. That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
If you have none, It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
small is the work that you have done. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip. Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
You’ve never turned the wrong to right. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
You’ve been a coward in the fight.” But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
Charles Mackay I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(Original Text)

Shakespeare

TEXT I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why minds
I tend the mobile now that truly love each other shouldn’t be joined together.
like an injured bird Love isn’t really love if it changes when it sees the
We text, text, text beloved change or if it disappears when the beloved
our significant words. leaves.
I re-read your first, Oh no, love is a constant and unchanging light that
your second, your third, shines on storms without being shaken;
look for your small xx, it is the star that guides every wandering boat.
feeling absurd. And like a star, its value is beyond measure, though its
The codes we send height can be measured.
arrive with a broken chord. Love is not under time’s power, though time has the
I try to picture your hands, power to destroy rosy lips and cheeks.
their image is blurred. Love does not alter with the passage of brief hours
Nothing my thumbs press and weeks, but lasts until Doomsday.
will ever be heard. If I’m wrong about this and can be proven wrong,
I never wrote, and no man ever loved.
Carol Ann Duffy (Modern Text)

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