Je ne fais rien que requérir
Sans acquérir
Le don d'amoureuse liesse.
Las, ma Maîtresse,
Dites, quand est-ce
Qu'il vous plaira me secourir.
Je ne fais rien que requérir.

Votre beauté qu'on voit flourir
Me fait mourir :
Ainsi j'aime ce qui me blesse.
C'est grand simplesse :
Mais grand sagesse,
Pourvu que m'en veuillez guérir.
Je ne fais rien que requérir.


About Clement Marot


Clément Marot (23 November 1496 – 12 September 1544) was a French poet of the Renaissance period. Marot was born at Cahors, the capital of the province of Quercy, some time during the winter of 1496-1497. His father, Jean Marot (c. 1463-1523), whose more correct name appears to have been des Mares, Marais or Marets, was a Norman from the Caen region and was also a poet. Jean held the post of escripvain (a cross between poet laureate and historiographer) to Anne of Brittany, Queen of France. Clément was the child of his second wife. The boy was "brought into... Read more...

Poet of the day

Enid Derham was an Australian poet and academic.

Life

Derham was born in Hawthorn, Melbourne, Victoria, the eldest daughter of Thomas Plumley Derham, solicitor, and his wife Ellen Hyde, née Hodgson, of Melbourne. Derham was educated at Hessle College, Camberwell, then at Presbyterian Ladies' College and the University of Melbourne....
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Poem of the day


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It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I'm so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—
And crowd the little Room—
Too scant—by Cubits—to contain
The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—
It might intrude upon— Read more...