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Monday, November 29, 2010

Louise Labe : Sonnet VIII - I Live, I Die

Sonnet VIII - I Live, I Die
I live, I die, I burn with fire, I drown.
It matters very little what I feel;
All life is now too real, now too surreal;
Joy comes and endless boredom weighs me down,

And suddenly I laugh and then I cry;
With grief and bliss I’m weeping for the past;
Good feelings go away and yet they last,
And suddenly I bleed and then I sigh.

That’s how it goes. Strange, ever changing love
Has worn me out.  I wish I were removed
From such a star-crossed fate!  I need a truce

With Lady Luck.  Again and yet again,
Her wheel is spinning madly to produce
This wanton, wild, intense, exquisite pain.

22 comments:

  1. i got an uneasy, yet exciting feeling reading this!

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  2. You are really talented. I wish I could write poems as well. But for now, I live vicariously through your natural ability. ;)

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  3. Sonnets are such a great poetic form. :D

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  4. great poem, you got good taste.

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  5. 450 years? Sounds about right. Good poem none the less though!

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  6. very timeless piece of poetry here. i like the contrasts (unsure of the proper literary term?)

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  7. wow, this poem struck me deeply. thanks for posting it.

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  8. Very beautiful poem. You could use some of these for Hallmark cards.

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  9. they were saying "Lady Luck" back then too? wow....learn something new every day.

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