Acabei de gravar uma explicação para esse soneto de Mark Alexander Boyd (Sec XVI). Em edição. Em breve, na minha página do Facebook.
From bank to bank, from wood to wood I run,
Overwhelmed with my feeble fantasy;
Like a leaf that falls from a tree,
Or a reed overblown with the wind.
Two gods guide me: the one of them is blind,
Yes and a child brought up in vanity:
The next a wife born of the sea,
And lighter than a dolphin with her fin.
Unhappy is the man for evermore
That tills the sand and sows in the air;
But twice unhappier is he, I learn,
That feeds in his heart a mad desire,
And follows a woman through the fire,
Led by a blind and taught by a child.