Beethoven's "eternally beloved" has never been identified, for instance...
Who is his love?
Who has his heart?
Is there at all an object
that can be identified?
There has been timeless speculation
sometimes endlessly
in certain literary lovers' seriousness:
could they have been but fantasies,
or was there really someone,
and in that case, who was she?
If it remains unknown,
how can we even know about the gender?
I assure you, there was never any true love
that was not concrete:
if there was love that found expression
in sincerity and honesty of words,
then the loved one always was a person
and a certain person other than himself;
and if he called her Beatrice, Laura,
Fanny or a secret and protected name,
it is a matter of self-evident and obvious proof
that she was clearly an identified and private person,
never anything diffuse or general
and never just a fantasy;
for true love is not love
if it is not concrete,
which every true and honest lover knows too well,
and there was never any word against it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-07-19 at 09:39
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The problem of the eternally beloved
Who is his love?
Who has his heart?
Is there at all an object
that can be identified?
There has been timeless speculation
sometimes endlessly
in certain literary lovers' seriousness:
could they have been but fantasies,
or was there really someone,
and in that case, who was she?
If it remains unknown,
how can we even know about the gender?
I assure you, there was never any true love
that was not concrete:
if there was love that found expression
in sincerity and honesty of words,
then the loved one always was a person
and a certain person other than himself;
and if he called her Beatrice, Laura,
Fanny or a secret and protected name,
it is a matter of self-evident and obvious proof
that she was clearly an identified and private person,
never anything diffuse or general
and never just a fantasy;
for true love is not love
if it is not concrete,
which every true and honest lover knows too well,
and there was never any word against it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 499 times
Written on 2009-07-19 at 09:39
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