lunes, 13 de septiembre de 2010

Shakespeare, Soneto 130 en inglés y en latín

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


Non oculis aequat, fateor, mea Cynthia solem,
Curaliis impar eius in ore rubor;
Pectora prae nivibus prope dixi gilva, comaeque
Si sunt fila, eius fert nigra fila caput;
Est rosa diversis lita guttis, alba rubensque,
Quae rosa non nota est eius in ore mihi;
Est quibus unguentis fragrantius effluit aura
Quam mihi dilectae virginis ulla venit;
Eius amo voces audire, idemque sonare
Dulcius agnosco fila canora lyrae;
Divas, confiteor, spectavi nullus euntes,
Cynthia enim plantis ambulat, itque solo;
Atque Iovem testor, virgo non rarior ulla est
Vatis imaginibus ludificata novis.

Fuente: Alfred Thomas Barton, Gulielmi Shakespeare Carmina quae Sonnets Nuncupantur Latine Reddita (ed. Ludwig Bernays). Dozwil: Edition SIGNAThUR, 2006.
Sobre Alfred Thomas Barton, el traductor de los sonetos de Shakespeare al inglés, creemos que lo mejor es ceder la autorizada palabra de Dana Sutton,quien resseña la edición más reciente (2006) de dicha traducción.
Una nota a la nota, invitando al azaroso lector a que visite el monumental Philological Museum- ciclópea página en la que Dana Sutton establece una bibliografía analítica de textos neolatinos on line.

Ya por esto, Dana Sutton merece aquel "monumentum aere perennius" del que habla Horacio.
Aquí va su reseña:

Alfred Thomas Barton (1840 - 1912), a Fellow of Pembroke College, Cambridge, devoted many years to producing a quite elegant set of translations of the complete sonnets of Shakespeare into Latin hexameters and elegiac couplets. As a gesture of pietas, the year after his death John Harrower published the complete set at London, and (rather remarkably) ten years later the sales of Barton's poetry were sufficient to justify a reprint edition. In 2004 Barton's sonnets, in the form printed by Harrower, were published on the Web by Claude Pavur S. J. of St. Louis University. Hard on the heels of that electronic edition comes a new print one, by Ludwig Bernays (henceforth B.). B. pays Barton the compliment of a scientific edition, outfitted with a Vorwort of his own, a reproduction of Harrower's Praefatio, rather copious annotation, and a concluding essay on "Shakespeare in klassischem Gewande" by Markus Marti (text in both German and English). B.'s annotations focus on detailed observations, and his most important contribution is that he goes back to Barton's own holographs and sometimes prints textual readings superior to those given by Harrower (although one wishes he had been more explicit in spelling out the sources on which he drew, specifying their present location). Further, the Latin text and Shakespeare's originals are given on facing pages, and the English text includes the variant readings contained in Thomas Thorpe's unauthorized 1609 printing of the sonnets: it would seem that Barton worked from a variorum text, and at some points preferred to translate readings taken from Thorpe (a few examples are "sweet" for "swift" at VI.3, "then look I" for "It looks like" at XXII.4, and "and then my state" for "and then elate" at XXIX.10).
Barton's translation work was clearly a labor of love, but some, perhaps, will ask whether all this effort was misplaced. To be sure, a certain historical context for Barton's translations was provided by the introduction of verse composition in examinations (requiring the translation of set passages) as part of the 1879 tripos reform at Cambridge, reflecting an increased interest in linguistic detail and stylistic imitation. Translations provide an excellent arena to pursue these pedagogical enthusiasms. So there is inevitably a donnish dimension to what he accomplished. But it would be wrong, I think, to dismiss his translations as mere academic exercises or some kind of esoteric puzzle-solving (an analogy suggested by a remark in Marti's essay). When conducted at Barton's level, such translation work is can assume the quality of an art-form, albeit a highly specialized one, in its own right, and so B. very properly regards this collection as a legitimate object for scholarly treatment. The result is a volume that can be warmly recommended.
I should like to conclude by extending my thanks to Mr. David Butterfield of Christ's College for giving me a crash course in the modern history of Latin verse composition at Cambridge. - Reseña de Dana Sutton. Museo Filológico

3 comentarios:

  1. gosto deste soneto, faz da amada uma simples mortal...embora muito amada


    ah, hoje lembrei de ti porque fui assistir uma peça de teatro com sotaque da tua terra...sabe como é, apesar do que dizem, nós gostamos dos hermanos...rsrsrs

    outro beijo

  2. Mira tú...¿qué obra sería?
    A única obra que conheço da dramaturgía brasileira é As maos de Eurídice de Pedro Bloch; debo aggiornarme!

  3. Ignacio, é uma peça pequena que veio participar do 12° Caxias em cena, chama-se "Cancionero Rojo" - está em cartaz aí, no NOAVESTRUZ.