Gaspara Stampa Poems
|6.||I swear to you, Love, by your arrows||4/7/2010|
|7.||Every planet above, and every star||4/7/2010|
|8.||By Now So Sick Of Waiting||4/7/2010|
|9.||O all my labours scattered uselessly||4/7/2010|
Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
I follow him; others long for me,
I cannot look at another man's face.
I hate him who loves me,love him who scorns me;
against the humble lover, my heart rebels,
but I am humble to him who kill my hope;
my soul longs for such harmful food.