I flee the city, temples, and each place <br />where you took pleasure in your own lament, <br />where you used every forceful argument <br />to make me yield what I could not replace. <br />Games, masques, tournaments bore me and I sigh <br />and I dream no beauty that is not of you. <br />And so I try to kill my passion too, <br />forcing another image to my eye, <br />hoping to break away from tender thought. <br />Deep in the woods I found a lonely trail, <br />and after wandering in a maze I sought <br />to put you wholly out of mind. I fail. <br />Only outside my body can I live <br />or else in exile like a fugitive.<br /><br />Louise Labe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-flee-the-city-temples-and-each-place/
