Im So Frightfully Unhappy by Jose Marti
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I'm so frightfully unhappy,I feel, oh stars, I am dying!: I want to live, and I'm sighing
A beauteous woman to see. Like a helmet, her headdress A beautiful face protects:
Her black hair the light reflects Like the sword of Damascus. What of that one?… Well, find
all The world's gall, and then enmesh, Cover it in so much flesh,And you have a soul that's all gall!
Well, this one?… What a disgrace! The creature red slippers wears,Paints her lips red if she cares,
And puts on a barnished face.The sorrowful soul then screamed: Damn you, woman,
twice damn you!' I know not which of the two The more accursed should be deemed!
MISERY OF MY SCARY ... (Verse XXXIII) Of my appalling misery Sorry, O stars, I
die: I want to live, I want Seeing a beautiful woman. The hair, like a helmet, He crowns the beautiful
face: His black hair shines As a sword of Damascus.That one? ... Well, put the gall
The world in a bundle,And tállala in body, and beam A whole soul of gall!
This one? ... For this unhappy Wears pink socks, And colored lips, And the face of varnish.
The gloomy soul cries Women, damn woman!' I do not know who can beBetween the two the damn!
A beauteous woman to see. Like a helmet, her headdress A beautiful face protects:
Her black hair the light reflects Like the sword of Damascus. What of that one?… Well, find
all The world's gall, and then enmesh, Cover it in so much flesh,And you have a soul that's all gall!
Well, this one?… What a disgrace! The creature red slippers wears,Paints her lips red if she cares,
And puts on a barnished face.The sorrowful soul then screamed: Damn you, woman,
twice damn you!' I know not which of the two The more accursed should be deemed!
MISERY OF MY SCARY ... (Verse XXXIII) Of my appalling misery Sorry, O stars, I
die: I want to live, I want Seeing a beautiful woman. The hair, like a helmet, He crowns the beautiful
face: His black hair shines As a sword of Damascus.That one? ... Well, put the gall
The world in a bundle,And tállala in body, and beam A whole soul of gall!
This one? ... For this unhappy Wears pink socks, And colored lips, And the face of varnish.
The gloomy soul cries Women, damn woman!' I do not know who can beBetween the two the damn!
Marti is extremely upset and everyhting is going wrong for him. He longs for this woman , but he just cannot get her and his tone is steady throughout the poem.