A Thousand Lost Kisses, a Thousand and a Thousand Favors

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

A thousand lost kisses, a thousand and a thousand favors,
Are so many executioners of my sad thought,
Nothing makes it sick and has offended it
But sugar, laughter, honey and sweet delights.

My heart is therefore contrary to all other hearts,
My thinking is bizarre and my soul senseless
That still makes present a thing past,
Bursting with despair the gall of my sorrows.

Nothing is the destroyer of my poor hope
But the present past, O harsh remembrance
That makes me become an enemy to myself!

Live, happy lovers, on a sweet memory,
Make my sweet death, that soon I may drink it
In the oblivion I thirst for, and not in remembrance.

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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