SUSAN COOLIDGE... Une plume qui me va droit au coeur.

Connaissez-vous Susan Coolidge (1835-1905), une poétesse d'outre-manche qui me prend au coeur...
Voici ci-dessous sa production peut-être la plus émouvante, je vous la livre telle quelle.

Of such as I have

Love me for what I am, love. Not for sake
Of some imaged thing which I might be,
Some brightness or some goodness not in me,
Born of your hope, as dawn to eyes that wake
Imagined morns before the morning break.
If I, to please you (whom I fain would please),
Reset myself like new key to old tune,
Chained thought, remodelled action, very soon
My hand would slip from yours, and by degrees
The loving, faulty friend, so close to-day,
Would vanish, and another take her place,
A stranger with a stranger's scrutinies,
A new regard, an unfamiliar face.
Love me for what I am, then, if you may;
But, if you cannot, - love me either way.

Dans la langue de shakespeare, c'est d'une beauté sublime.
Je vous laisse le soin de l'apprécier
telle quelle.
Je sais, je suis un sentimental,
et toujours je le serai.