Translation Trashbin - 51. Our love's not twisted

Wonderful poetry.  The second and third stanzas -- extra well done.

This is so good I am going to have to think about it more.

3 hours ago, ReaderPaul said:

Wonderful poetry.  The second and third stanzas -- extra well done.

This is so good I am going to have to think about it more.

I've been making my way through translations of Platen's Sonnets. I've had a break for a while, but a poem like this is inspiring me to get back at it and translate the last few that I still have to go

These lines echo in our own day, as countless phony Pharisees preach hatred and doubt:

Now I hear you complain our love is twisted,

And our love's desire wrong and corrupting. 

But do not let our flowering be brushed aside;

Let us find solace in the gloom, cheek to cheek,

Resting heart to heart, with hip pressed against hip.

The poet’s reassurance comes to us, too, like the promise of spring. 
 

Hear how our old song rustles amongst the elms:

Perhaps a choir of Faes wafts it through the skies,

Lovingly melt on the breath of a bridal song.

This is a sublime sonnet.