1 - Spanish and English Poetry mini-unit Armando Montaño / Brian Graham

2 - My mistress eyes / Sonnet 130 / Stanza - 1 / 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. / 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.

My mistress eyes / Sonnet 130 / Stanza - 2 / 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 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.

My mistress eyes / Sonnet 130 / Stanza - 3 / 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: / 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:

My mistress eyes / Sonnet 130 / Stanza - / And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare / As any she belied with false compare. / And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare / As any she belied with false compare.

3 - “I don’t love you”… by Pablo Neruda / Stanza - 1 of 4 / I don’t love you as if you were the salt rose, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire. / I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. / Stanza - 1 of 4 / I don’t love you as if you were the salt rose, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire. / I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

“I don’t love you”… by Pablo Neruda / Stanza - 2 of 4 / I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries within itself the light of those flowers, / And thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. / Stanza - 2 of 4 / I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries within itself the light of those flowers, / And thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

“I don’t love you”… by Pablo Neruda / Stanza 3 of 4 / I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, / I love you simply, without problems or pride: / I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving / Stanza 3 of 4 / I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, / I love you simply, without problems or pride: / I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

“I don’t love you”… by Pablo Neruda / Stanza 4 of 4 / And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare / As any she belied with false compare. / Stanza 4 of 4 / And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare / As any she belied with false compare.

Re-write the poem on the right to match the poem on the left / I don’t love you as if you were the salt rose, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire. / I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. / I don’t love you as if you were the salt rose, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire. / I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. / secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. / No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal,  te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:

Re-write the poem on the right to match the poem on the left / I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries within itself the light of those flowers, / And thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. / I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries within itself the light of those flowers, / And thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.  como la planta flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo que no florece y lleva dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas te amo el apretado aroma que ascendio de la tierra.

Re-write the poem on the right to match the poem on the left / I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, / I love you simply, without problems or pride: / I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving / I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, / I love you simply, without problems or pride: / I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving  sin problemas ni orgullo: saber como, ni cuando asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera, te amo sin, ni de donde, te amo directamente

Re-write the poem on the right to match the poem on the left  but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.  que no soy ni eres, sobre mi pecho tan cerca que tu mano es mia, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno sino asi de este modo en

Soneto XVII  No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:  te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.  Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de s í, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendi ó de la tierra.  Te amo sin saber c ó mo, ni cu á ndo, ni de d ó nde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: as í te amo porque no s é amar de otra manera,  sino as í de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es m í, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sue ñ o  No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:  te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.  Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de s í, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendi ó de la tierra.  Te amo sin saber c ó mo, ni cu á ndo, ni de d ó nde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: as í te amo porque no s é amar de otra manera,  sino as í de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es m í, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sue ñ o

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