To Miss C.O. Y R.

To Miss C. O. y R. by Jose Rizal (A Translation from the Spanish by dent Joaquin) Why ask for those unintellectual verses that once, insane with grief, I sang aghast? Or are you whitethornbe throwing in my face my rank ingratitude, my bitter then(prenominal)? Why resurrect unhappy memories now when the heart awaits from love a sign, or call the night when day begins to smile, not knowing if other day will shine? You wish to learn the cause of this dejection delirium of despair that anguish wove?You wish to know the wherefore of such sorrows, and why, a young soul, I sing not of love? Oh, may you never know why For the reason brings melancholy but may set you laughing. Down with my ashes into the grave shall go another corpse thats buried in my stuffing Something impossible, ambition, madness, dreams of the soul, a passion and its throes Oh, drink the nectar that life has to offer and let the bitter dregs in quietude repose Again I feel the impenetrable shadows hrouding the so ul with the wooden-headed veils of night a mere bud only, not a harming flower, because its destitute of air and light Behold them my poor verses, my damned levitate and sorrow suckled each and every brat Oh, they know easy to what they owe their being, and maybe they themselves will tell you what. Translated from the Spanish by gouge JoaquinSource http//joserizal. info/Writings/Poetry/poetry. lwp. htmTo%20Josephina%20%28To%20Miss%20C. O. %20y%20R. %29