With Long Streams of Blood, Poem by Agrippa d'Aubigné

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

With long streams of blood this lamentable body
Draws from the place it flees the bond of its soul,
And separated from the heart it has left outside,
Within strong bonds and in the hands of its lady,
It flees from its life and seeks a thousand deaths.

The more the red destinies tear far from the heart
My pillaged stomach, I pour out my entrails
Along the path that is marked by my sorrow.
The beauty of Diane, like pincers,
Draws one from one side, the other follows misfortune.

Whoever wishes to find me, let him turn by my steps,
Through the reddened bushes, my body from place to place,
As a hunter lowering his head down low
Follows the wounded boar easily by the trace,
And pursues it by eye to the place of death.

Diane, should anyone wish to pursue me as I die,
Let the rocks be heard resounding my quarrels,
Let a torrent of tears be followed in my steps,
Until there is found, dried by my cruel pains,
A chest, thy portrait, and nothing else remaining.

The fields are watered after me with sorrows,
Care, gloom, and sad thoughts
Are reborn from my blood and live on my tears,
And the rigors of the heavens angered against me
Make my sighs serve to fan its flowers.

A thick bandage of fury presses my eyes
Which no longer discern danger or the way,
But they go frightening with their gaze the places
Where my death is woven, and my presence frightens
What the earth and the vault of the heavens embrace. […]

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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