Louise Labe Poems
|2.||While Yet These Tears||4/6/2010|
|3.||I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place||4/6/2010|
What if the hero of the Odyssey
Had been like you, a man that's fair of face ?
Would he have had that easy-mannered grace,
Yet be the cause of so much agony ?
At any rate, your roving ways are sure
To make me count the weeks we've been apart,
And open gaping wounds within my heart,
This ailing heart which you alone can cure.