Marie, Whom I Serve with Too Cruel a Fate

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

Marie, whom I serve with too cruel a fate,
When with a loving kiss your mouth kisses me,
I am wholly lost, my heart beats so with joy.
Among your sweet kisses might I meet my end!

From your mouth comes a sweet breath, which thyme,
Jasmine and carnation, raspberry and strawberry
Surpasses in sweetness, so much a gentle ember
Comes from the mouth to the heart by a new path.

From your breast comes a fragrant breath
(I die thinking of it) all full of perfume,
Worthy to go to heaven and embalm Jupiter.

But when all my soul is consumed in pleasure,
Dying upon your eyes, then to spite me
You slip from my neck, to kiss a young man.

Pierre de Ronsard

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