Little Navel, That My Thought Adores

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection First Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

Little navel, that my thought adores,
And not my eye, which never had the joy
Of seeing you bare, and which well deserves
That some city still be built for you;

Amorous sign, in which Love takes pride,
Representing the Androgynous bond,
How much both you, my darling, and how much
Your twin flanks I frolicsomely honor!

Neither that fair head, nor those eyes, nor that brow,
Nor that sweet laugh; nor that hand which melts
My heart into a spring, and makes me rich in tears,

Could ever content me with their beauty,
Without hoping sometimes to touch
Your paradise, where my pleasure nestles.

Pierre de Ronsard

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