Poems of Louise Labe
|1.||I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place||4/6/2010|
|12.||While Yet These Tears||4/6/2010|
All love is seen to fade and pass away.
When soul blends body by most subtle art,
I am the body, you the better part.
But O my well-loved soul, why did you stray ?
Why can't I always swoon with pleasure in
Your arms? My love, my better part, my soul,
O rescue me from drowning, even though
I know so well how badly I have sinned.