Gaspara Stampa Love Poems

  • 1.
    If I, who am an abject, low-born woman,
    Can bear within me such lofty fire,
    Why should I not possess at least a little
    Poetic power to tell it to the world?
    ...
  • 2.
    I swear to you, Love, by your arrows,
    And by your powerful holy flame,
    I care not if by one IĆ¢??m maimed,
    My heart burned, wasted by the other:
    ...
  • 3.
    O all my labours scattered uselessly
    O, all my useless scattered sighs,
    O loyalty, that never, O living fire,
    Chilled or burned others so, if I see truly,
    ...
  • 4.
    Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
    dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
    I follow him; others long for me,
    I cannot look at another man's face.
    ...
  • 5.
    DEEPLY repentant of my sinful ways
    And of my trivial, manifold desires,
    Of squandering, alas, these few brief days
    Of fugitive life in tending love's vain fires.
    ...
  • 6.
    Place me where ocean breaks with angry roar,
    Or where the waters lie serene and calm,
    Place me wherever sun shoots sparks that scorch
    Or where the ice pierces with sharpest pain,
    ...
  • 7.
    Love, do you know why your fair mother gave you
    These arrows to your hands, and bound your eyes?
    That you may shoot the first wound and break
    The heart of this or any faithful lover;
    ...
  • 8.
    When before those eyes, my life and light,
    my beauty and fortune in the world, I stand,
    the style, speech, passion, genius I command,
    the thoughts, conceits, feelings I incite,
    ...
  • 9.
    Love made me such that I live in fire
    like a new salamander on earth
    or like that other rare creature, the Phoenix,
    who expires and rises at the same time
    ...
Total 9 Love Poems by Gaspara Stampa

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