Love Poem, Sonnet 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning-

Amor conduce noi ad a morte

   Amar es una insólita lujuria

  Y una gula voraz, siempre desierta.

  Pero amar es también cerrar los ojos

  Dejar que el sueño invada nuestro cuerpo

  Como un río de olvido y de tinieblas,

  Y navegar sin rumbo, a la deriva:

  Porque amar es, al fin, una indolencia.

-Xavier Villarrutia-