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She’s the one
After Louise Labé, Sonnet XVII So I’ve not been going into town or to church or anywhere, she says, where I might run into him and let him soft-soap me into giving it another go. I’ve not been dancing,...
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What survives
Dear lioness, Louise, coming upon the sonnets was a coup de foudre – you reached across the centuries to touch a lonely heart as I thought nothing old and formal could. Your lute-songs, silliness and...
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Louise Labé – Sonnet XIV
Vermeer – Woman with a Lute As long as these old eyes can fill with tears, reliving some sweet hour I spent with you, and this old voice can hold a tune through all my sighs and sobs and still be...
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Louise Labé – Sonnets VIII & IX
VIII I’m living, dying, drowning, burning up – extremes of heat and then I’m cold again. Life is too soft on me and then too hard – my trials are great, but intertwined with joys. I burst out laughing...
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Louise Labé – Sonnet XXIV (her last)
Don’t scorn me, Ladies, just for having loved. Yes, I have felt a thousand torches’ fire, a thousand sorrows, thousand biting pains. Yes, I have spent a lot of time in tears… look, think before you...
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Soulmate
After Louise Labé, Sonnet VII We’ve all seen death – the soul, the subtler part, depart the body and if I’m the body you’re the soul, my better half. Where are you now, beloved? How could you leave me...
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Lute
After Louise Labé, Sonnet XII Lute, you’ve always been there for me – true friend in the worst of times, companion of all my sorrows, you’re my comforter when I weep. I know my tears really get to you...
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