Sonnet No. Eleven Louise Labe Poem by Tom Billsborough
Sonnet No. Eleven Louise Labe
Oh, the soft glances, O eyes full of grace,
Little gardens, full of loving flowers
Where Love's sharp arrows come in showers
Arresting my eye when I see your face.
Oh, criminal heart, O cruel, unrelenting
How much you hold me in your harshest fashion
How much have I shed these tears with passion
Feeling the ardour which my heart is tormenting.
And yet my eyes with an abundance of pleasures
Receives such joy from your eyes and gestures
But you, my heart, the more your joy is alert,
The more you languish, the more you worry
Or guess that even if I too am happy
You feel the conflict of my eye and heart.
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6/1/2024 10:23:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful read, Tom. I love the rich imagery, the showers of arrows, the gardens of the heart, the extended tension between the eye and the heart culminating in the final line. Great work, Tom! Bravo!
Ah, you've found one of them. She was some writer! May I apologise to you and my other friends. I did my back in a few weeks ago (too much gardening!) so haven't read much on PH. But I'm feeling better now and will catch up with you in the next few days