Louise Labe

(1524 - 1566 / France)

I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place - Poem by Louise Labe

I flee the city, temples, and each place
where you took pleasure in your own lament,
where you used every forceful argument
to make me yield what I could not replace.
Games, masques, tournaments bore me and I sigh
and I dream no beauty that is not of you.
And so I try to kill my passion too,
forcing another image to my eye,
hoping to break away from tender thought.
Deep in the woods I found a lonely trail,
and after wandering in a maze I sought
to put you wholly out of mind. I fail.
Only outside my body can I live
or else in exile like a fugitive.

Comments about I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place by Louise Labe

  • Silver Star - 3,564 Points Curtis Johnson (8/21/2015 3:23:00 PM)

    It's hard and difficult, but sometimes we have to move on. 'Moving on' is not just a quicy phrase to ease someone pain. It's sometimes an impossible task without the help of others who care. Good poem, well written,
    full of emotion. I felt the pain in the words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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