I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys
Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
And in pleasure many a grief endure
My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged
All at once I dry up and grow green
Thus I suffer love's inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.
Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.
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Labe is talking about how love can be like being in extremes at the same time. It's a Petrarque sonnet as opposed to Shakespearean. Ten syllables in each line so one can tell that it was written before the classic Petrarque sonnet came about, because more recent sonnets are Alexandrian (12 syllables). It's a beautiful poem that shows the confusion that comes with love and living life. Love affects you emotionally, spiritually, and even physically. Labe hates the was she feels but wouldn't have it any other way.
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I agree with madam ozzy, that it is sure hard to comprehend, and thus i guess, thats what made me read this poem a few number of times.
I feel, Louise Labe has written something about herself, and I do understand the outline of it, but I can't get into the depths.
But anyways, curious poem...and nice...
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Love is a rollercoaster, and the after effects can be as bitter as wormwood. However the memory of it, while it lived lingers like the dew on the grass. Someone sure did a number on her.
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I think what he is trying to say, is that he finds happiness in pain, or he doesnt know wuiet how to be happy, or somewhere along those lines, very hard to comprehend, I like that. Yippy.
Madam Ozzy
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