Jean Antoine de Baif

(19 February 1532 – 19 September 1589 / Venice)

Ces Yeux Ces Yeux, Doux Larrons De Mon Ame


Ces yeux ces yeux, doux larrons de mon ame,
M'ont eblouy de leur belle splendeur,
Astres fataux qui de malheur ou d'heur
Me vont comblant au plaisir de madame.

Au cueur d'hiver un printemps l'air embame
Ou que tournez ilz fichent leur ardeur,
Et quelque part qu'ilz baissent leur grandeur
Fleurit un pré mieux odorant que bame.

Les chastes feuz de ces freres jumeaux
Me retirant du naufrage des eaux
Par leur clarté de sauveté m'asseurent:

En leur saint feu mon vivre est allumé,
Mon vivre, las, qui sera consumé,
Quand leur destin arrestera qu'ilz meurent.

Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 11, 2012

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