Sonnet No. Five Louise Labe Poem by Tom Billsborough

Clear Venus, who wanders through the skies
Listen to my voice which sings to you its tears
As long as your face from Heaven's height appears
Its long sad labours of deeply worrying sighs.

My eye shall focus better when I rise.
There's so much crying when you see here
Better that my soft bed would be awash with tears
From these troubles you witness with your eyes.

So humans rest their weary souls in deep
And soft repose and gentle loving sleep
I suffer badly in Sun's exposing light


And when I am so close to being shattered
And when I go to bed completely tired
This crying makes me ill throughout the night.