Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 29, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: To Her Portrait

by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz (1651 – 1695).


To Her Portrait


This that you see, the false presentment planned      

 With finest art and all the colored shows

And reasonings of shade, doth but disclose

The poor deceits by earthly senses fanned!

Here where in constant flattery expand                                  5

Excuses for the stains that old age knows,

Pretexts against the years’ advancing snows,

The footprints of old seasons to withstand;


‘Tis but vain artifice of scheming minds;

‘Tis but a flower fading on the winds;                                    10

‘Tis but a useless protest against Fate;

‘Tis but stupidity without a thought,

A lifeless shadow, if we meditate;

‘Tis death, tis dust, tis shadow, yea, ’tis nought.











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