Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD, by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI Poet's Biography First Line: Since, cruel thyrsis, you my torments slight Last Line: I would not spoil the face I'd have you love. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
SINCE, cruel Thyrsis, you my torments slight, And take no notice of my amorous flame, In these vermilion letters thus I write My bloody reasons to confirm the same. These of my passion are the lively marks, Which from my veins you here in blood see writ, Touch them, your breast will kindle with the sparks, The ardent characters are reeking yet. Nor can my pen alone my heart explain, My very soul o'ercharg'd with grief, I fain Would send enclos'd herein, the truth to prove. And if I've been too sparing of my blood, This is the reason why I stopp'd the flood, I would not spoil the face I'd have you love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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