Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
Este soneto foi elevado a símbolo en determinados círculos culturais na resistencia contra o nazismo, até o punto de que hai quen o denominou a "Lili Marleen dos intelectuais", segundo explica nunha interesante e documentada entrada no seu blog a historiadora Rosa Sala Rose.
Déixovos aquí dúas xeniais e sobrecolledoras interpretacións dunha versión alemá deste soneto por parte do Berliner Ensamble, con música de Rufus Wainwright e dirección de Robert Wilson:
LXVI
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
as, to behold desert a beggar born,
and needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
and purest faith unhappily forsworn,
and guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
and maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
and right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
and strength by limping sway disabled,
and art made tongue-tied by authority,
and folly doctor-like controlling skill,
and simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
and captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
