Poems of Louise Labe
|1.||I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place||4/6/2010|
|12.||While Yet These Tears||4/6/2010|
Long-felt desires, hopes as long as vain--
sad sighs--slow tears accustomed to run sad
into as many rivers as two eyes could add,
pouring like fountains, endless as the rain--
cruelty beyond humanity, a pain
so hard it makes compassionate stars go mad
with pity: these are the first passions I've had.
Do you think love could root in my soul again?
If it arched the great bow back again at me,