إليزابيث باررت برواننج

ﺇﻟﻴﺰﺍﺑﻴﺚ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﺖ ﺑﺮﺍﻭﻧﻴﻨﺞ .. ﺻﺎﺣﺒﺔ ﺍﻟﻤﻘﻮﻟﺔ ﺍﻟﺸﻬﻴﺮﺓ :
"ال ﻜﺘﺎﺏ ﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﻤﻌﻠﻢ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﻌﻠﻢ ﺑﻼ ﻋﺼﺎ ﻭﻻ ﻛﻠﻤﺎﺕ
ﻭﻻ
ﻏﻀﺐ . . ﺑﻼ ﺧﺒﺰ ﻭﻻ ﻣﺎﺀ . . ﺇﻥ ﺩﻧﻮﺕ ﻣﻨﻪ ﻻﺗﺠﺪﻩ ﻧﺎﺋﻢ ﻭﺇﻥ ﻗﺼﺪﺗﻪ ﻻﻳﺨﺘﺒﻰﺀ ﻣﻨﻚ . . ﻭﺇﻥ ﺃﺧﻄﺄﺕ ﻻﻳﻮﺑﺨﻚ ﻭﺇﺫﺍ ﺃﻇﻬﺮﺕ ﺟﻬﻠﻚ ﻻﻳﺴﺨﺮ ﻣﻨﻚ "
ﻫﻴﺎ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺓ ﻗﺼﺔ ﺣﻴﺎﺗﻬﺎ ﺑﺘﻔﻜﺮﻧﻲ ﺑﻤﻘﻮﻟﺔ ﻝ ﺩ ﻣﺼﻄﻔﻲ ﻣﺤﻤﻮﺩ ﻣﻌﻨﺎﻫﺎ ﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ﻟﻪ ﻗﺪﺭﺓ ﻛﺒﻴﺮﺓ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﺸﻔﺎﺀ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻻﻣﺮﺍﺽ ﻭ ﻟﻮ ﺍﺣﻨﺎ ﻣﺎ ﺍﻛﺘﺸﻔﻨﻬﺎﺵ ﺩﻩ ﻋﺸﺎﻥ ﺍﺣﻨﺎ
ﻣﺶ ﻋﺎﺭﻓﻴﻦ ﻧﺤﺐ ﺻﺢ ... ﺍﻟﺸﺎﻋﺮﺓ ﺩﻱ ﺍﻧﺠﻠﻴﺰﻳﺔ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺴﻴﺪﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻘﻼﺋﻞ ﺍﻟﻲ ﺍﺣﺘﻔﻈﻮﺍ ﺑﺎﺳﻢ ﻋﻴﻠﺘﻬﻢ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﻟﺠﻮﺍﺯ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻲ ﻫﻮﺍ ﺍﻟﻴﺰﺍﺑﻴﺚ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﺖ ﻷﻥ ﻋﻴﻠﺘﻬﻢ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻛﺒﺮ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺋﻼﺕ ﺍﻟﻲ ﺍﻛﺘﺸﻔﺖ ﺍﻟﺪﻫﺐ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺒﺮﺗﻐﺎﻝ ..
ﻭﻣﻊ ﻛﺪﻩ ﻭ ﻣﻊ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺍﻟﻌﺒﻮﺩﻳﺔ ، ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﻲ ﺑﺘﻨﺎﻫﻀﻬﺎ ﻭ ﻛﺘﺒﺖ ﻗﺼﺎﺋﺪ ﺿﺪ ﺍﻻﺳﺘﻌﺒﺎﺩ ...
ﺍﻟﺸﺎﻋﺮﺓ ﺩﻱ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﺘﻨﺸﺮ ﻗﺼﺎﺋﺪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻣﻌﻈﻤﻬﺎ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻗﺼﺎﺋﺪ ﺣﺰﻳﻨﺔ ﺑﺴﺒﺐ ﺍﻥ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻟﻴﻬﺎ ﺍﺥ ﻣﺎﺕ ﻏﺮﻳﻖ ﺍﺛﻨﺎﺀ ﺍﻟﺴﺒﺎﺣﺔ ﻭ ﻓﻲ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺍﻟﻮﻗﺖ ﻫﻴﺎ ﺟﺎﻟﻬﺎ ﻣﺮﺽ ﻋﻀﺎﻝ ﻋﺸﺎﻥ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻭﻗﻌﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﺤﺼﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺽ ﺩﻩ ﺧﻼﻫﺎ ﻗﻌﻴﺪﺓ ..
ﺍﺗﺸﻬﺮﺕ ﺍﻟﻴﺰﺍﺑﻴﺚ ﻓﺒﻌﺘﻠﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺸﺎﻋﺮ ﺭﻭﺑﺮﺕ ﺑﺮﻭﺍﻧﻴﻨﻎ ﻭ ﺍﺑﺪﻯ ﺍﻋﺠﺎﺑﻪ ﺑﺸﻌﺮﻫﺎ .. ﺑﻜﺴﺮ ﺍﻟﻌﻴﻦ .. ﺗﺒﺎﺩﻝ ﺭﻭﺑﺮﺕ ﺑﺮﺍﻭﻧﻨﻎ ﻭﺍﻟﻴﺰﺍﺑﻴﺚ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﺖ، ﺧﻼﻝ ﻋﺸﺮﻳﻦ ﺷﻬﺮﺍً، ﻣﺎ ﻻ ﻳﻘﻞ ﻋﻦ 573 ﺭﺳﺎﻟﺔ .. ﻭﻃﻠﺐ ﺭﻭﺑﺮﺕ
ﺍﻧﻪ ﻳﻘﺎﺑﻠﻬﺎ ﻛﻨﻮﻉ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﺎﻟﺔ ﺭﻏﻢ ﺗﺤﻮﻝ ﺍﻟﻌﻮﺍﻃﻒ ﺑﻴﻨﻬﻢ ..
ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻢ ﻫﻴﺎ ﺧﺎﻓﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻣﺸﺎﻋﺮ ﺍﻟﻌﻮﺍﻃﻒ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺸﻔﻘﺔ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻢ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﺡ ﻣﻨﻪ ﻗﺎﺑﻠﺘﻪ ﻣﺮﺓ ﻭ ﺯﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﻣﺮﺓ ﺍﺧﺮﻯ ..
ﺍﻟﻤﻬﻢ ﺑﻌﺪ ﻋﻼﻗﺘﻬﺎ ﺑﻴﻪ .. ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﺎ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﺘﺤﺘﻀﺮ .. ﺻﺤﺘﻬﺎ ﺍﺗﺤﺴﻨﺖ ﺟﺪﺍ ﻭ ﺭﺟﻌﺖ ﺗﻤﺸي ﻮ ﺍﺗﺤﺴﻨﺖ ﺻﺤﺘﻬﺎ ..
ﻭﺍﺗﺠﻮﺯﻭﺍ ﻭﺭﺍﺣﻮﺍ ﻋﺎﺷﻮﺍ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻳﻄﺎﻟﻴﺎ 
ﻭﻛﺘﺒﺖ ﻗﺼﻴﺪﺓ ﻟﺰﻭﺟﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺟﻤﻞ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﺎﺋﺪ .. ﻛﻴﻒ
ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ...
ﻛﻴﻒ ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ؟!
ﺩﻋﻨﻲ ﺃﺣﺼﻰ ﺍﻟﻄﺮﻕ .
ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻧﻬﺎﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﻖ ، ﺣﺘﻰ ﻧﻬﺎﻳﺔ ﺍﻻﺗﺴﺎﻉ ،

 ﺣﺘﻰ
ﻧﻬﺎﻳﺔ ﺍﻻﺭﺗﻔﺎﻉ ، ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﺴﺘﻄﻴﻊ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ ﺃﻥ ﺗﺼﻞ
ﺇﻟﻴﻪ ﻭﻫﻲ ﻣﻨﻄﻠﻘﺔ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻧﻌﻴﻢ ﺍﻟﺴﻼﻡ ﺍﻷﺑﺪﻱ . ﺃﺣﺒﻚ
ﺣﺘﻰ ﻳﺼﺒﺢ ﺣﺒﻚ ﺣﺎﺟﺘﻲ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻣﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﻬﺎﺩﺋﺔ .. ﻓﻲ ﺿﻮﺀ
ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺲ ﻭﻓﻲ ﻧﻮﺭ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﻌﺔ .

 ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺑﺤﺮﻳﺔ ، ﻛﻤﺎ ﻳﻘﺎﺗﻞ
ﺍﻟﺮﺟﺎﻝ ﻓﻲ ﺳﺒﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﺤﻖ . 

ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺑﺒﺮﺍﺀﺓ ، ﻛﻤﺎ ﻳﺨﺠﻞ
ﺍﻟﺮﺟﺎﻝ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻤﺪﻳﺢ . 

ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺑﻜﻞ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﺴﻜﻦ
ﺃﺣﺰﺍﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺪﻳﻤﺔ . ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺑﺈﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻃﻔﻮﻟﺘﻲ .
ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺣﺒﺎً ﻛﻨﺖ ﺃﻋﺘﻘﺪ ﺃﻧﻨﻲ ﻓﻘﺪﺗﻪ ﻣﻊ ﺍﻟﻘﺪﻳﺴﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺬﻳﻦ
ﺃﺿﻌﺘﻬﻢ .
ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺑﻜﻞ ﺃﻧﻔﺎﺱ ﺣﻴﺎﺗﻲ .
ﺑﻜﻞ ﺍﺑﺘﺴﺎﻣﺎﺗﻬﺎ .
ﺑﻜﻞ ﺩﻣﻮﻋﻬﺎ .
ﺑﺤﻴﺎﺗﻲ ﻛﻠﻬﺎ .
ﻭﻟﻮ ﺳﻤﺤﺢ ﺍﻹﻟﻪ ﺍﻟﻜﺮﻳﻢ
ﻓﺴﻮﻑ ﺃﺣﺒﻚ ﺃﻛﺜﺮ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺕ !!!!

How Do I Love Thee?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.