Poems of Gaspara Stampa
|1.||By Now So Sick Of Waiting||4/7/2010|
|2.||Every planet above, and every star||4/7/2010|
|3.||I swear to you, Love, by your arrows||4/7/2010|
|4.||O all my labours scattered uselessly||4/7/2010|
If I, who am an abject, low-born woman,
Can bear within me such lofty fire,
Why should I not possess at least a little
Poetic power to tell it to the world?
If Love, with such a new unheard-of flint
Lifted me up where I could never climb,
Why cannot I, in an unusual way,
Make pain and pen be equal in myself?
If Love cannot do this by force of nature,