Odelet to Her Bouquet

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection The MélangesPeriod 16th century

My little bouquet, my darling,
Who are to me a companion more faithful
Than Orestes was to Pylades,
All day long when I am ill
My servants, who as their duty
Ought to have care of me,
Go at their pleasure about the town,
And my old and useless guard,
After having drunk abundantly,
Drunk, falls asleep beside the fire,
At the hour when she ought to tell me
Tales to make me laugh.
But you, little bouquet, but you
Having pity on my distress,
Never by day do you leave me,
Sole companion of my sorrows.
Would that I had as much power as the gods!
I would send you up there to the heavens,
Making of a bouquet a distinguished star,
And I would place you beside the Sign
That Bacchus set in the sky
When he married Ariadne,
Who was lamenting, abandoned
On the desert shore by her Theseus.

Pierre de Ronsard

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