Marie, Kiss Me; No, Do Not Kiss Me, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

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

Marie, kiss me; no, do not kiss me,
But draw my heart out with your sweet breath;
No, do not draw it out, but from every vein
Suck out all my soul scattered between your arms;

No, do not suck it out; for after death
What would I be but a vain semblance,
Without a body, on the shore, where love stirs
(Forgive me, Pluto) its sports only in feints?

While we live, let us love each other, Marie,
Love does not reign over the pale troop
Of the dead, who are furrowed by a long iron sleep.

It is a delusion that Pluto loved Proserpina;
So sweet a care enters no such hard breast:
Love reigns on earth and not at all in hell.

Pierre de Ronsard

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