Christine de Pizan

(1365-1434 / France)

Ballad Viii - Poem by Christine de Pizan

In this sad world have pity, my lady dear,
Dear to me more than any other there :
Their pride you know not ; let not gracious cheer
Cheer me at so great cost, oh white and fair !
Fare I thus ill, yet canst thou bid me see
Seasons of solace that may comfort me.

If for unfitness I be slighted here,
Here am I dead, and arrows of despair
Spare not to pierce my heart, and life grows drear,
Drear as my brooding on the doom I bear.
Bear witness, Love withholds in obduracy
Seasons of solace that might comfort me.

O loveliest one and sweetest, without peer,
Peerless in honour, of all bounties heir,
Ere I thy servant pine in sorry fear
Fear not a kind and gentle guise to wear.

Where shall I find, 'mid this deep dolorous sea,
Seasons of solace that may comfort me?

Dear Lady, grant in gracious courtesy
Seasons of solace that may comfort me.


Comments about Ballad Viii by Christine de Pizan

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, September 17, 2010



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  7. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]